To be observed is to undergo splitting. To be divided. Or, sometimes, reunified.

Observation transforms us, dramatically.

But even when alone, we are observed.

Beings myriad and unnameable are watching us.

Wondering.

And our own actions can be understood to give birth…

To other modes and forms of observation…

Such that, by doing something insane… or ecstatic…

Beings arise within and around us… or even as us.

We become the observations »implied by what we’re doing.

And more I will not say.