-The horizon tilts. The world becomes different. If only momentarily, the quotidian is allayed. There is a freedom in the gasp for breath. The not knowing; will everything turn out? It will all be all right. It always is. But, there is always the not knowing. This may be the moment it all turns. The trope which ends it all. Not a trope at all. It’s not. The horizon returns to its antithetical position. A straight line concealing a universe of possibility. Everything encompassed in the possibility of troping without a trope. That gasp, that breath, that not knowing. It doesn’t change.
This is when life flashes before your eyes. Not every still you can retrace. Not your life to this point. No, the life of someone else. A you which is not. A brave and valiant you, perhaps. The you which gasps a second time, more deeply. The you which gives up and plays dead as everything tropes, as it turns. The you with super powers. The mighty you which saves the day. The you which can sustain the aluminum vessel above the clouds. The you which propels the massive hull to shore. The you which saves the world encompassed in that aluminum belly. The you which sits there dreaming, as the horizon breaks away from possibility and returns to its passivity. You return to the you which is.