Nancy Neithercut

I Am A Flowing Gown Of Echoes Nancy Neithercut

What is going on is magnificently wondrously unknowable. It has no qualities or characteristics whatsoever. It is shared learned words which create a conceptual mentally fabricated world of separate things and events and time... And this imaginary "known" world is not separate from the unknown because the ideas of "known" and "unknown" are also made up. I could say that what is going on is fluid and ungraspable but actually it is neither moving nor nonmoving. As it has no dimension and it is not dimension less. Has no time nor non time... It has no things nor non-things... It is not one big thing like wholeness or emptiness... It has no space nor emptiness... And it is not even an it. This is itAnd not even that.... When the story is no longer believed, that is also the story... And the story takes on a somewhat surreal feeling... yet simultaneously real-er than real more vibrant more alive.... it's as if the most delicious dream of unknowing has subsumed the dream of knowing... It is an edgeless center less all encompassing love. Life paints itself. Love sings. Just. Like. This.