I am neither here nor there; yet I am. And many (most? all?) who are here, are not. And many (most? all?) who are there, are not. I can no longer unsee or unhear stilted inanity. This leaves me in an interstitial certainty of uncertainty. Flailing; unable to restore inner harmony, congruency, stability. Unable to sway those who are not. They think, they believe, (those who are not) that it is better to be in place than to be. I think, I believe, it is better to be. I walk where they unsee and unhear. They are rooted in place and time, stable, congruent, delusional.

I can step into here. I can travel to there. And then, in place, in quiet moments I am stable, congruent, delusional. But because I am unable to unsee or unhear, when inanity invariably finds me, I am thrust, flailing, back into the in-between.

Because I am unseen and unheard, when I am in place I am without essence; truly, completely invisible; to myself as well as to those here, and there. So to be I must walk athwart; neither here nor there, yet everywhere; with everyone, alone; consequential nothingness.

There are those who want to join the here with the there. And there are those who want to keep here, here and drive there further away. Those who want to join are not working to see and hear; they are simply hoping to unsee and unhear together, more harmoniously, congruent, stable. And those who push away believe that here will be stronger due to a more definitive consensus inanity. They think, when here is stronger, my place is stronger; I am stronger.

I believe for a moment I am heard; and perhaps if I am heard, I will be seen. No. I am not heard, I am merely recognized for a moment because for a moment I was in place and time, mistakenly thought to be in agreement. Is disagreement necessary? Yes. With agreement comes inconsequential nothingness. If all is nothing, I prefer consequentiality. Consequentiality confers essence.

If I am to be, I cannot be here, or there. If I am to be, I cannot be stable, congruent, delusional. If I am to be, I must work to be seen and heard from my flailing state of concealed consequentiality. Today I will continue to be unseen, unheard. Perhaps a necessary progression.

Or perhaps this is the delusion.