consider a proposition there is no outline nor is there an object consider space a vacuum consider observing space consider observing a vacuum consider
heat like mold growing on skin penetrating layers mycelia pushing deep into cells tendrils snaking around veins bones arteries tendons fastening anchors in living flesh giving of itself even until the flesh spills over and exuberant bubbles pop like fruit bodies while
cold a distant body drawing heat towards it pulling blood and warmth from deep inside unravelling but only to weave remote tapestries passing warmth to warmth in warp and weft across unseeable distances uniting quieting and waking flesh and yet
only a garden path to wander defined by growth along its margins neither an outline nor the thing itself