ATZ chaim OR da'ath/ the tree of life OR knowledge

This morning I have conceptualized time, which is always a good sign. It has to do with the quantity of input as greater than the expiating of what I have read. I like lying fallow, at least if I can keep this pattern in mind. As ideas come up in this book that would suggest a familiarity with the environs of Jerusalem (yes), I go to these images instead, as if I know... which the consummate effect of having been there is one thing, but looking into those images without that advantage is basically the same--it's all the immediacy of my bubble of experience, as that is just what IS before me. I know better than to spread the thick sedative of god images into an intercessing human reality, though the eschatological psychology has gone the way of cosmic man, rather than a Church, or Mecca surrounding our fervor. I.e. I'd rather call it a tree, as perhaps the one where chaos & mercy mutually arise.