The experience of lift, in the moment of inflection that is the by-product of motions such as jumping, it is the sense of suspense that is felt at any moment’s highest point. Likened to a photo, lift captures the whole of ones self caught in time. There is no sight, smell or touch but everything all at once. To jump in perfect sync with another is to join the other, in connection. A singularity of moments, to each other it is the absolute of neither up nor down. Beyond lift there is no world, yet the world in which lift resides is not constructed. Becoming a flash of that which we do not know and no matter how one tries there is no continuation of what was before. The transience of lift is sustained in moments of the extreme. Extreme discovery, joy, shame, loss, fears, each being projected in oneself during lift. So that which surrounds one unconsciously affects the procession of lift, veiled in secrecy of what there is to reveal. Yet within this world, we gravitate back to what we know, an eternal struggle to reach that which we cannot. Tension between the certainty of ground to the possibility of lift, the struggle of balance, of weight and weightlessness, in this paradigm we rise and fall over and over again, though it is in that impossible moment of inflection that we truly see ourselves.
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