Part of the anatomy of time is an inconceivable weave of relational dimensions, tempos and rhythms. Organisms produce myriad domains of time-per-interval. Different time-forms. But it’s a weave that’s profoundly multi-dimensional. By this, I mean that many unique forms and ‘speeds’ of time are being embodied, recollected, and expressed by anyone we distinguish. Or anything.

I can explain this more deeply, but not without waxing didactic.

My point, however, is this. Around here, on Earth… the between of the weaves of time, unique for each participant (including our cells)… follow fundamental orienting temporalities.

And those shattered. Some time ago now. The blatant repercussions are only beginning to emerge. But we’re traveling, now, in discontinuous time. And very few of us have any experience of that. We don’t know what it is or might mean.

At 2:30 AM I am doing the 108-wu form in the middle of the intersection outside. When, ordinarily, I would be dreaming.

Welcome to the flavor of the future.