#6 – Strange Loop

There is this strange, onanistic loop at the depths of the psyche. When all is mum, when the ape in man stays quiet, and whatever more-than-ape gawps agog, I hear only this loop. Strange to familiar, foreign to home, start to return. It moves me to recount it, this dynamic, this ancient rhythm.

Perhaps the dual-dynamic of Tao punctuating experience, perhaps ouroboros circling for its tail, perhaps only the hum of a dopamine feedback loop, I know not yet what this is.


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