Things are seeming rather dysfunctioned, not just here on Xanga but also about in my real world.  The energy of it all seems a bit askew.  It seems that, although I can't make much sense of things, I should be able to.  As if there's a critical piece of explanatory information I'm lacking that would put everything back into a comprehensible array.  But it's being hidden or hiding from my view.  And, hence, my intelligence is faulty, incomplete.

My challenge, in response, is now synesthetic: to allow  real information provided by one sense to float unbounded and become accompanied by input from another sense, other senses, other collaborations of heart and psyche.  

Violate conventional perception.  Blank the fill-ins.  Ask a beautiful question.  Behold as the world responds.