move. stop. move. stop. move. stop. move
i stop. no matter how long i am going to type, i have to stop at some point in time.
stop. move. stop. move. stop.
read.stop.
the point that one finishes reading is the point of stopping.

nonsense. you move on. onto something else. but it's still a stop isn't it?
moving on. move.
now..really stop. as if time really stops. and then think soooooooooooo hard. and what do you see?
see.

it's impossible to stop.
in as much as i can stop writing.
so stop lorry.
and let the perception move.
consciousness move where objects don't.