On Fire Once

To get to another plotting of mindspace coagulation would involve moving through that which has and never had substance nor extension. Said coagulation if it could be described by such a general term would or could or perhaps should be articulated as the end result of some elaborate process instead? How does one plot out different sections of a thing ,(as if it could be seen or described properly as a thing) that is made of " I Am". If the " I am " is indeed a calculation then it would be possible to map it out in Cogspace which is a term I myself use to name the territory upon which phenomenology rests as upon a lake of potentialities emergent from deeper fluctuations of non being and in turn generating affordances of various renditions of self awareness floating as they may up from the Cognitive memetic spacial manifold of combinatorial possibility. As concretions of said Cogspace they individuate as different phases or psychological combinations of meme generating structures that co evolve and co potentiate in contexts of other emergences that interact either peacefully or in unending conflict and suffering. Again to get from one section of a thing to another is a problem if the thing has no sections nor has no divisions and is as it were a seemless whole. Indivisibilty divided. The insubstantial substantiated. The endings of thoughts are possibly more like recedings back into substrata made of the past tinkerings of mindscapes that in turn concretize around nothingness and in a sort of strange way like an oyster wrapping a grain of sand , in turn wraps non being and non temporality with being and time. These metaphors are attempts to explain what was once revealed to myself with some insight that parts of myself were tied up with spaces. I exist as a being in one space. I travel. I exist as another being in another space. The space changed and the non being reifications residing in mind in turn wrapped themselves around the reconstructions of said spaces and in turn remade themselves as individuated reshapings in combinatorial memespace of the geography around them. This reshaping at a constructivist level I had dubbed the Gunnison Affect. I moved to there and became so different a person as to be unrecognizable to myself when outside of Gunnison. To remake ex nihilo all of being inside of an ever shifting environment forever in time which was in turn only a remake of crystals of reified time it seems was the minds only task from moment to moment if in turn a noment could be described by any other term which in turn contained within itself no term at all referencing "moment" . A phase state engine blasts through all possible permutations. The permutations of what? The permutations of an absolute no-thing that called itself " thing" and as best as I could surmise arrived at a solid "Now" by forgetting it had no real divisions and lied to itself by fragmenting itself via forgetting itself as if it were a spent wad of thought on fire once.