ABSTRACT
Atmosphere is the vague but integral qualitative feeling of the background of all existence as it will necessarily, retroactively, in an outcome of emergent mine-ness from the “pure fact” of a self-identity that is nothing else than what the world is for it. Atmosphere shivers with potential, felt in excess of what the occasion can fully determine and precisely pattern, foretokening a remainder that will be left after the occasion’s activity runs its course. Enveloped in the quality of an atmosphere is the otherness of non-human experience, along the full spectrum of nature, experienced as a vast reservoir of vague but indubitable potential coursing with the force of time. Atmosphere is the background of massiveness and importance. The importance hits vaguely, in the off-beat between pulses of determination. The massiveness wafts airy, undiscriminated, as good as sprite-like.
