Information is a language
that holds language hostage;
it implies revelation and demands
compensation in the form of
compounds and interesting
keeps. It's a stage beyond
data and below knowledge
according to the topologists;
it waves and wavers and shaves
a few points off the top to make
itself into the reason for bean
counting, a raisin that does
not even respond to the sun.
The stage is reset and rest and
there is no script anymore,
only scripts that run and run
and run, beyond even the
needs of a warning marathon.
How can the mind keep itself
in a together sort of way? It
cannot, in short, under the
duress of constant eating;
have you seen a walrus?
Even they lie on the beach
and do nothing.
Roman Ryan 