trance substantiation

Words are living entities we so often gloss over with unseeing eyes as we hasten to maintain our point of view. Seeking entertainment or confirmation in our hypnotic complacency, we will not risk or allow any slow-motion explosion, any depth charge that shakes our very core. We insist that we read the words, making them mean what we will, once again colonizing the world around us with our clones. No. We must let the words read us, reveal our blindness, our protected realms of vapid stupor. A good sentence well read is marked with eye prints of blood.