Extension

I almost did it...  I almost opted for the trajectory of the easy multiplicity...

There were two pieces of wood.  I saw that I might cut each in half lengthwise and thus be able to create two sets of spoons.  I took out the saw and began making the first cut, pulling the teeth against the grain trying to find the exact center of the thickness.

But then I stopped.  And right at that moment it was like I had a conversation with myself, within myself, with a voice within myself...

"What's the purpose of this whole exercise anyways?"
"It isn't about quantity, it isn't about getting the biggest bang for the buck, it isn't about trying to short-circuit a process..."
"And what's that process by the way?"
"Maybe something like experiencing how I can extend beyond any rational sense of "creating something out of something"?..."
"The exercise," the voice (or was it me?) went on, as if simultaneously continuing the thought, challenging the comment, answering the question, and answering its own first question, "is one of exploration of the extension of my own supposed surfaces into and within the supposed surfaces of other physical elements of this physical world...  There is energy, there is perception, there is feeling.  There is a hand and a knife and a piece of wood.  There is sweat, there is pulsing blood, there is sight.  There is breathing, there is thought, there is movement, and stillness, solidity and fluidity...  There is an image, or maybe not, of something to emerge, there is the moment of emerging, there is the memory of what was once assumed to be the thing that was to emerge..."

And within it all, there was, and is still, that moment when I stopped moving the saw blade, took up the piece of wood, saw the gap of materiality that I had just effected, and decided to continue with two spoons.