consciousness
The spat out remainder.
Z plus myriad splash into the world as body.
Consciousness is movement in all directions.
I am a human, an animal able to empathise what others possibly feel. The undulations of consciousness can be hazarded at.
It is bigger! A comparative to a memoru, to something already contained withint the present shape of consciousness. No change out there in the world of measurement, only a change in perception, a change in conception, a change in what it is that we point at and call consciousness.
Consciousness is sporadic, it is forever shifting registers. The Burroughs cut-ups seem to mirror the flow of the animal.
I am a mirror, but I refuse to be yours. Consciousness is the mirror, self consciousness the reflection.
Splintering of consciousness has its own spectrum.