A Pipeline, a desalination plant?

The global procedure is simple: intake the oceanic chaos of the External, run it through the internal dynamics of an unconquerable, unbreakable and unshakable manifold and discharge pure, internal comprehension and profound understanding...

Intake valves? Jammed!

The flow harmonics are diverterting and arguing. The entire system is sorting, ignoring, and pressure is building.

Grounding this something specific, I enact the topological antidote to drift: I twist the main bypass valve. A surge of unprocessed reality—flows!

The salt, the silt, the sublime nonsense—floods the system.

It’s a catastrophic success.

The controls short-circuit.

Clarity isn't the goal; flow is. And for a brilliant, humming moment, the whole manifold just is.