i see mist sometimes, just softening the edges of things, and it makes me think about what we think we know. every once in a while, i wonder if our definitions of clarity are just too fixed. we build our certainties, our ideas of what’s visible, and it all feels so solid. but how does it make sense that our kind of seeing is the only kind of seeing in the universe. the universe holds so many veiled presences, so many intelligences that we might not even register. maybe what we consider empty isn’t empty at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…