Only the vibrational echoes of conscious thought, the corneal vapor lost among synapses and neurons and the windfall speed of crumbs falling from chin into $7 drip coffee under a white canopy tent at a maker's market. Only the conceptual popular rhetoric of veganism gestated from the heated debate halls of private liberal arts colleges. A professor throws his loafer at the classroom wall communica
ting both passion and the notion that academia is not boring, nor stuffy, but boiling with intellectual excitement that will transgress the collective mindscape for centuries to come. Only the mass density of the donut times the atmospheric pressure times the temperature times the gravitational potential which equals not so much a black hole, but more so a white hole, that is the opposite of finite mass in infinite density, but rather a celestial object that expands outward from a space-time singularity, pushing the fractured pieces of one's being back into wholeness and transporting one to a place that is at once before time, but somehow also, after time. A symphony in your mouth; the distant memory of sunsets, hugs from close friends, the roar of the ocean, fields of lavender, being somewhere between dreaming and waking, the scent of a wild rose and the feeling of being in love for the first time on a warm summer night and being maybe a little tipsy and seeing a firefly and a shooting star and noting that bioluminescence is real as are luminous spheres of plasma in space, and the earth may be burning around you, but no one can take this magic from your heart.