Drift in Stasis

Rhythm. Very important to me. I always need some of rhythm to organize my mind. Then weather comes in and brings in weathered health. I have been under the weather for the last three weeks. And I have watched it get worse and worse and my capabilities put on hold while I find the solution. I got medication but it didn't take away sharp pains. I spent at the peak of pain this final third week. Until last night night some applied heat open up the inflammation, and let it all connect again. I woke up today feeling better, but still not feeling good. But I rushed on my computer thirsty for the productive thought I usually have. And just a little time here working on code and writing helps my emotions lift to better spheres of thought.

I am no cow mooing on the pasture, but my eyes rest much easier now. A little better. A little more normal rhythm tasted.

I wear headphones every day and all day. The music helps with the outside world and provides my rhythm that I crave and rely on. When your face swells and shapes putting on headphones hurts. So for the last few days, I couldn't withstand the pain aching and the headphones needed to put aside. Completing the full meaning of drifting. As now my daily rhythm, my daily patterns are all skewed aside.

I read a book to help me cope. And the story rhythm helps a lot. I am constantly rubbing my face and massaging the stinging pain. My eyes blur from time to time as the sharp pain overwhelms all senses. But I push through the discomfort because the book is a sweet release from just sitting there. And I drift in and out of pain and story. Fantasy blending into my normal thoughts. Out of it. As three weeks of hurting and low grade fever gives me the unsettling drift.

This situation is not new for me. I have been through it many, many times. And just like what happened this time, and all other times, I get a sweet epiphany that unblocks another wall. The drifting in stasis and limbo causing perception to look a different way for a while. Encouraged by the pacing of the story that I read in my book.

Time. T, I, M, E. No I am not saying Time is another word for love. Although that is a completely wise advice for relationships. I am describing space-time. And human speciality. My mind is wired for time. And the reason this is significant is because it highlights why code attracts me but also gives me an headache.

Because code is both spatial and journey base. It is both map and flow. And coding is often dominated by spatial thinking. Which I can relate to but it is not my cup of water. Orange juice. Or soda. I am time based. I see the flow of patterns that connect together. Space bends and folds different time flows together. And I utilize that. But my energies flow into and around instead of map. I see how the code flow interacts and pulses in time together. And the end result is a slightly flavored code. A little different but still spatial. It transfers and transforms easily. Like switching which eye is covered because time and space go as one. They flow as two halves. Each flow one into another. Yin Yang. Space and Time.