Slithering about upon the surface of fathom-allowing stratifications

Events are lined up according to the inevitable push by something upon something else. What does it mean to be unchronological? Are events linked together, essentially related one to the other, impossible not only to conceive but to exist without these connections? Time may rather be unified- everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen is actually one concrete being. Time may be evil, something to be overcome through righteous deeds. Time might be vulnerable, to-be-defended. If its becoming-different is not embraced and affirmed, terrible things happen – pure death and absolute destruction, at least for our little world, whereas healthy death and destruction, when properly handled, can produce something new, i.e. thresholds which lead to other situations to be destroyed in an unending destructive/creative flux. The important thing to keep in mind might be to continue the flux, allow it to continue, instead of attempting to arrest it, like a policeman who sees time as a delinquent, who will eventually succeed in destroying life. The atom bomb. Nuclear annihilation. Total destruction. Auto-annulment. Self-undoing. (A bunch of names that begin with the letter ‘D’ include Dolly, Douglas, Dusty, Dayton, Donald, Doc, Drake, Dwight, Dale, Damien, David, Dexter. Just about all are masculine names! Is this because ‘D’ is consciously or unconsciously considered a masculine letter by our culture, or because my thinking functions on a masculine plane? I’m going to try to think of feminine names that begin with the letter ‘D’. Darlene, Dana, Dee, Dotty. It’s much harder for me to think of them, and most of the names I found, i.e. Darlene, Dolly, Dotty, Dee, sound like the names of people who live in Louisiana or Alabama.) ]Moving like water. Moving like liquid water on an inclined stratified riverbed. Moving like a fish against a current of water cutting into a stratified riverbed. Moving like a bacterium tumbling about in the digestive system of a fish moving against a current of water flowing across a stratified riverbed. Moving like a bacterium about divide into two bacteria, one moving forward vigilently, the other bumbling and tumbling about aleatorily inside the digestive system of a fish swimming upstream in a river of water flowing across a stratified riverbed which sits upon a layer or upper stratum of the earth’s solid contents, which are not so much solid as moving ever so slightly but sure enough certainly. Moving like a bacterium about to bisect itself which is moving about in the digestive system of a trout moving upstream in a river of water slicing slowly into what is called a riverbed which is really only the barrier between the lowest atmospheric layer and the outermost stratospheric layer, both of which form a spherical part of a larger sphere moving around a larger sphere moving along a trajectory through “space,” all on our way out, out, out! No need to pause, no need for reflection upon what might not move, what might falsely stratify our thinking, our living, our swallowing and excreting, our interactions, our connections & (alas) disjunctions. We’ve no need for all those mythological crutches, which of course allowed us to arrive at where we temporarily are today, and change the trajectory upon which we will henceforth travel, but think about it! We no longer need any of it![