The morning is atypically foggy. From our parked car we can see a modest cooling tower type structure billowing thick rolls of steam. Through the dirt dusted windshield we watch the two vapors contrast and merge. The steam is slightly darker than the atmospheric mist that surrounds it. The steam has a kind of belching violence, whereas the haze is soft and floats gently like transilluminated cotton.
It feels like we are watching some sort of philosophic principle being literalized. We are definitely witnessing a process — but a literalized principle, that doesn’t really make much sense. But then, what are principles and thoughts? Foggy compromises, that have a sense of being useful abbreviations, but are likely dilutions. Cognition vapors that recursively grope to impose temporal order on endless reaction-diffusions?