The thing is, we've already lived and died so many times, woken up
this same morning
for so many lifetimes, walked through the same doorways to so many different destinations, that there's nothing new to discover, not even a novel thought remaining to be had. So we shut our own doors, muted our own memories, reshuffled our recollections, and continued falling through the loop, somewhere in the depths of our selves an ancient being closing its eyes to await a confluence of elements that has never been, something unrecorded to unfold.
Every once in a while, those eyelids twitch with a start. In another universe, another time, another life, that coruscating ray of light slanted just so, a single highlighted leaf setting y