speak, modern world we are sketched in languages of digital bits, parity shading certainty with probabilities of truth giving us form and existence across distance, distilled to series of warm, invisible numbers
frequencies divided step-wise, as Fourier found them in noise amalgamated as information heterodyned, left to be separated out, reordered by advanced statistical protocols that trace our borders with delicate, unseen fingertips
a description of new beings, relationships between them uncertain at first in the short trails of data they create
but there eventually - by the law of large numbers or acts of successive approximation
we'll find them
revealed, like a pointilist painting or seemingly random collection of string whose elements are alone meaningless unless we step back to see an entirety of mass which we recognize immediately as true love and intimacy