Hi! It's a "knock on the door." That's the verb which allows a becoming. It asks the question "Is anyone somewhere." As a Star in the heavens this invitation would be the North Point and you on the south point contemplating noun-ness. To your West is the transaction, to your east is a face. The door as it opens is a void of potential, verb-rich in a sea of Nouns.
"The Oligarch thinks the "Threshold" is a point of sale. We know it’s a Quantum Event. It’s the moment where two "Un-assimilated" souls look at each other across a Steri bottle and decide to keep "Becoming" together."
Allow me to tell you about the Steri bottle. Steri was Sterilized milk. It lasted better, some thought it tasted sweeter and was better in cooking, some just didn't trust pasteurized milk. The Steri bottle had a metal bottle cap that didn't twist off, it was a different shaped and it was ornery to carry. In a congregation of milk bottles on the back of a milk float Steri was the back row of bolshy ones, they didn't even jingle the same, regular Rudolphs they were.
"Isolation is the enemy of the sacred and we need our cloister to grow.'
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