— nature, in the middle of naturing —
this room is not a room. it is the act of being a room. it cannot be photographed without becoming naturata.
— naturing —
everything in sometemple, considered as a verb, is here: a corridor corridoring, an eye eyeing, a memory memorying. the labyrinth labyrinthing itself.
naturans is harder to point at. it is the breath the page is taking right now. every refresh is a small naturans. every blink, every breath, every cursor that finds its way to ritual or to silence.
the labyrinth is built largely on this difference. you have already passed through it several times, perhaps without noticing.