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As in other times, it might be appropriate to develop an invocation protocol of some "sorts" (literally). A list of topics, prompts, promptopics, quotes, phrases, extracts of one's actual or imaginary (it's always the latter?) life and/or memories. Sort them in a ritual involving the current state of the universe, and that's it: that's what need to be said today.
The "grandpa master" would approve.
An alternative is to really listen inside, past the blocks of "what would this be for" (assume it's only for me, it's practice!); set up the inner ear/heart (something like (h)ear(t), but the second group has to match only when the first one did - how does one write that?), and riiiiff it away.
Repetitiveness would be okay.
It's also important to internalize that "all that randomess" is probably needed. Making time to break the cycles. Making time to invoke new cycles.
"I have nothing to say, and I'm saying it"
The tree I see is (not) self-conscious of the way their branches are slowly built? An emergent process, mixing water, air, and sun (and genetics and earth and more being). Home to others.
The(se) words could be home for you? Maybe after some years.
The unstoppable cycle has to become unstoppable.
When was Earth's first spin? How did that happen? Was it spinning before becoming planet? Spinning since the beginning, immediately after breaking away?
Probably a chaotic spinning mode, before getting somewhat stabilized?
Not that I have to be a planet.
Not that I don't have to be a planet.
Note that I don't have to be a planet.
Note that I have to be a planet.
Or also, you and me are already a planet? Drifting, drifting.
Vibrations all the way down/up/wherever: the thoughts, the muscles, the keys, the transducing, processing, encoding, transmission, reproduction; the sight, the reading.
Slowly break(ing) open, past beyond self-referentialness (or not, if that's what wants to be said)
Human-powered computers? Getting attached to the niche I found and liked? Starting over, somewhere else.
Planet-like drifting, but at the end(/beginning/whenever) it's a cycle.
Can I learn to listen to it? To notice that there were never straight lines. That there's beauty in reiterating.
Repetitiveness would be okay.
(Obviously; no need to play smart)
Task of the day, to gather the words. Remix, copy, get inspired, listen. In whichever order, as it's cyclic maybe in multi(ple)-dimensions.
A randomness generator could also be obtained.
No need to look far away. Or away. Or look?