Transcimmanence (the river up or down)

The river, no longer constrained by physics or common sense, joined me at eye level and eddied towards the silver needled sky. Faced with an impossible's binary, up or down, I consulted the map, and considered.

downstream to the earth?
delta-ed out into a million hands pulling and being pulled into all my tribe's impossibilities
sun and moon jousting o'erhead
perpetually one short of balance
light or dark dialectic,
depending on my glasses

or upstream to sky?
where questions and arguments and opinions tilled themselves back into Source
and Source eddied itself through cloud's spires
and time split and spliced and braided and cajoled when the banks were near enough
and forgot itself when the banks were untetherable

In the space where I considered:
~where the map *became* the territory,
~where theology and philosophy and logic took the passenger seat,
~where the Driver showed that the reaching was made out of the reached
I considered the river up or the river down

and chose
both