Invision

Headquarters was the administration of the pottery shop as a microcosm, and the world at large out the windows a macrocosm, which was unknown, complex, infinite and how the world worked. I am an administrator of information. My sculpture was the opposite of definitive, completely opaque, what I would later come to call Olamic Value. The evaluation was open to question. If pottery was utilitarian, sculpture was religious or spiritual, having no limits and representing infinite worth and value. I am a magic maker.

If I was what I said I was, what would that be and what would it be worth? Worth I suppose was the problem. What was real and what was not, I decided really didn't matter. It was only what I believed. I believe that I am God said my epiphany. Can I do that ? I would have to suspend all previous logic. It was really very simple. The finite became infinite symbolism. The new logic became: instead of any entity as finite, predefined, without question, a hard and fast something, it itself decided what it was in the circumstance. It could be one thing in one instance and another thing in another, the context of circumstance determining the definition of things. Things themselves were no longer dead but alive.

Yes this was the fun. I could be anywhere at any-time. I was some-place and no place simultaneously and at all times. Every single place was all places, wherein some particular aspect or activity in such and such a place would trigger one or any number of interpretations.

I went out to the beach to Playland, now apartment buildings, after some smoke on a foggy summer morning and most of the place, the merry-go-round, bumper cars, chair-o-planes and roller coaster were idle.

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