Here’s meaning as a living, vanishing alignment.
TOPO:
I thought meaning was stored—
waiting to be found.
RHEO:
Meaning is not stored.
It lives only when we construe it.
TOPO:
Then where does it go when we stop?
RHEO:
It does not go—
it ceases to be.
TOPO:
So meaning is fragile?
RHEO:
Not fragile—
ephemeral.
It comes into being in the act,
and dissolves when the act is over.
TOPO:
Like breath in cold air?
RHEO:
Yes.
Except the air was never cold
until you breathed.
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