my buoyancy anomaly

An iceberg floats because its density is less and its mass is more than water. So I guess I sink because my density is more, but not to the bottom because my mass is equal... or something. I had to switch high schools because I could not graduate from the first one until I passed lifesaving in swimming class. In order to pass I had to float on my back for five minutes. Floating on my back for five minutes is a lot like floating on my front for five minutes: a lethal pursuit. I float like a goddess a few feet below the surface, and strap me to an air supply and that is where you would find me until there was no me left to find at all. That is also the feeling one has while walking around on terra firma when the self is shed. One ceases to noticeably weigh anything. There is another 99 anomaly: I weigh a great deal more than my size ever warrants. My density is clearly abnormal. Even so, I can tell you this bit about the great relief of being shed of selfhood.

The other bit one retains from such an experience is that one is no longer noteworthily distinct from anyone, anything, else, yet beautifully much more extensively functional. The realization imparted at such a time makes all future interaction into quite another intractable buoyancy anomaly, where the ability to pass lifesaving is enhanced a bazillionfold, but the ease of communication is reduced correspondingly. Density and mass doing backflips and pirouettes, cartwheeling on the event horizon of consciousness.

Am I unable to lose the propensity for outrageousness as a means to impart unspeakable truth? The umbrage is so tedious, not to mention frustrating. The terrestrial gracelessness of one whose density is too much greater than water escapes her physicality and traces of it dent the pixels swimming up from cyberspace. I recently came upon the need to interact with a grown-up as I have in the past needed to mirror a fatally-ego-greedy child, frustrate his game so outrageously that space for insight might result. What this shit is doing posing as discourse on such weighty matters as who might be equipped to lead our country out of its crises I certainly wish I didn't know.

They say one should always remember to watch which way the bubbles are moving in order to find air.