Stasis is movement . it’s movement of equalization, it’s never pleasent
It is a desire to balance, and the movement is sometimes appearent, when it is slow it appears non moving, and when it is very fast, similarly unnoticeable.
Bit when observation cracks open the underground, all the myths are seen for what they really are, and the stasis becomes a balm, with which the beauties become cansywrapped for its children, it, the Mind, of men, of the gods , and with which and through which they converse.
Gods are good, when we were things as so, but the contrary is also explicit in its implicit cruelty.
The neat thing about it, is that it is an illusive contradiction , on the level of appearances, and it becomes a thing, A certain kind of thing only to break apart into other forms and variables.
That is what item is, and of that can be attained in life, then death no longer has any meaning.
It always is a possible other, as that is a certain self. They talk, as if there was no connection, but that everywhere, eternally.
The potential inactivated only in static fields of possibility.