Recursive
More neurons in the brain than stars in the Milky Way— some structure, however tentative— and the fact of other forms doesn’t fail to astound me so much as it renders me speechless, the lawful world incomprehensible, the arbitrary world consumed by lapses— coffee and oranges in an office lonely as a picture occurs— your hand on a book— and in this body more transactional than animal the day goes by— quite by—.
by Shannon Tharp
from Echotheo Review, January 2015