It’s in those moments of feeling lost and untethered when you suddenly stumble into something that just feels right. It all clicks into place. When you had just been on that edge of asking ‘what the fuck are we doing here?’, and then it all comes into focus in this hallelujah moment.
“When the circuit-points connect, perception leaps. And something becomes visible, on the triangular path where volts are moving, that would not be visible without the three-part structure. The difference between what is and what could be is visible. The ideal is projected on a screen of the actual, in a kind of stereoscopy. The man sits like a god, the poet almost dies: two poles of response with the same desiring mind. Triangulation makes both present at once by a shift of distance, replacing erotic action with a ruse of heart and language. For in this dance the people do not move. Desire moves. Eros is a verb.”
Anne Carson | Eros the Bittersweet