listening to a talk about the coming time and black holes i thought of the recurrent dream i had as a kid of running along the crumbling edge of a chasm, unable to veer off to safe ground or fly over the abyss. i was afraid i would fall and die. i've written about this before but it's a new year 2025. i reckon the edge was like the event horizon, and the abyss was generative space. a cloud is just the sky condensed, a thought is just consciousness condensed. not knowing is potential condensed. the year is a soul-forging year. you don't have to avoid the void, give it a hug like a cat.