Interpretation of trust as wonder threshold

Porosity

The Poet What does this sound like when it sings?

Awe overflows because the thing is too large.

Joy overflows because the person was open enough.

Same surplus. Different cause.

Water does not decide to follow downhill.

But water orients. It goes where the gradient takes it without requiring the destination to be safe.

That is trust at the structural level.

Not a commitment. A direction.

You don’t decide to be struck.

You find out, after, that you were open enough to let it land.

The trust was already there. The event made it visible.

Joy doesn’t leave residue the way other things do.

You can remember that you were joyful.

You can’t quite remember what it was.

The narrative reaches. “It was amazing” — and you know that’s not it.

Joy resists its own story because the story is selective and the joy was excessive and the excess was the whole point.

It washed over me. I was flooded. It poured through.

The vehicle has to be liquid because the tenor is liquid.

Narrative after joy is always a lie by omission.

Honest one, usually.

You can’t produce joy.

But you can remain porous enough that water finds you rather than around you.

Trust is the upkeep of porosity.

The discharge is not the point.

The excess before the discharge is the point.

That’s what you can’t narrate.