>>515260And as anon posts, he realises not that the words expressed in his post were doing the impossible, transcending space and time in their instant almost magical electronic distribution worldwide, from his fingers to the minds of anons all over the globe. The words are as nature, as time itself, as we all could be, if only we realised it. And perhaps, as the axe wielded with surgical precision, in that moment both part of the wood and its destruction, his words mean both everything and nothing. Perhaps we are all that axe. Those words. That nature. Perhaps, maybe for a moment even, we can feel that joy.
