RAISING MY HAND toward the MARGINALIZING of CONFORMITY ...hmmm. In this dispensation the 3rd world man is the Trees and the Cosmopolitan Suit waving his plastic finger, is destined to wander the forest alone. LIGHT plateau - dark CORRIDOR; white black white black: I watched what I saw! The last TIME we gave ourselves to the moment may have been our last reFLECTion before the veil of tears reMINDed us that IT had been a Karmic death.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

A Poem for Grayson to make LIGHT of!

Tea, the peace like taking in the ocean one sip at a time// Sea, like a void we walk up to, to glimpse the sublime// Explore, everything until that point--in this rhyme// Pieces of beyond, we hold in just this one pond// In our hand, grappled unto abstraction--our struggle and...// Focus, which gave us allegory, the fusion is a gate all hoary// A bus, the cavalcade of what is known, stretch the fiction, pick a bone. ***Rationalsim IS the HIGHEST Spirituality*** If there is a thought, then there is the principle to thought, the simple beginnings. If there is intelligence in the world, then there is its beginning, the intellect. For every condition there is its potential. This simplicity is known as G-d, according to the rationalists (I think, the Mutazilas--Muslim). If we dream thereby we must exist. To exist then whence that energy promoted reflection upon the necessary condition, there is a principle to existence. Though it may be beyond a dualistic approach as our minds accord, still one may necessarily expect a Principle behind that value. Why do the Fundamentalists therefore say, leave the most profound queries about origins (cosmogony) up to faith i.e. mystery? What is it do they not want to think about?

1 comment:

Watchingstar#9 said...

Provocative. I think they (the goddamn dirty fundamentalists) don't want to accept what makes the most sense. It's much safer and much easier to believe. It's harder to realize I'm not as important as I once thought I was. Maybe there is this G-d, (yeah, I stole that from you, so what, wanna fight me about it?) but the truth is the same now as it ever has been - we'll never know the truth, and though it's fun to think about, trying to figure it out is as asinine as the chicken or the egg question, which, when it comes down to it, is kind of the same question, isn't it? Except, maybe Random formed the egg, which gave way to the chicken, which tastes delicious on my sandwhich.