nonassignment blurb

It seems behind each word we say, speak, and write is a complex, non-linear superstorm of detonated synapses sparking off into forever.  They collide with others and among themselves and conflict,  connect and mold new meaning, or die off, and it doesn't seem to stop, ever, because we're always saying or thinking something, whether amongst company or by oneself with all of the different faces of the psyche, in the dark room behind our eyes where the sparks flash brightest.