tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230699332024-02-24T07:11:32.445-05:00The WhimNicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-3617306813696404242024-02-14T08:07:00.000-05:002024-02-14T08:07:23.793-05:00Upcoming Conversation ;-)<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="text-align: center;">[relevant, from </span><i style="text-align: center;">relevare</i><span style="text-align: center;"> 'to raise, alleviate, lift up, free from a burden']</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_G8xEZbZHS3_XqrLho70VbyS6r2Is-yxMx05Hb5OZ1yyiet5l8SPqJ7WjiEBHEm6j89vcl65Epgu8g_HggkebVIrsaZ7qKjVuppK4h8oyHhCgwSTQ-fDFjx2f4EquO0cWuw2js4dtMb2WB_6Vz5EOL9CCz1qyeAE0BUaYeN2C60i4IcnQdTUJSA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1073" data-original-width="1073" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_G8xEZbZHS3_XqrLho70VbyS6r2Is-yxMx05Hb5OZ1yyiet5l8SPqJ7WjiEBHEm6j89vcl65Epgu8g_HggkebVIrsaZ7qKjVuppK4h8oyHhCgwSTQ-fDFjx2f4EquO0cWuw2js4dtMb2WB_6Vz5EOL9CCz1qyeAE0BUaYeN2C60i4IcnQdTUJSA=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.brooklyn.edu/event/why-medieval-thinkers-are-relevant-to-2024-new-books-by-bc-faculty-series/" target="_blank">INFO</a></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-87886146464280963522023-11-21T08:36:00.004-05:002023-11-21T08:38:25.507-05:00Glossator 13: In a Sea of Commentary -- CFP<p><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://glossator.org/2023/11/20/glossator-13-in-a-sea-of-commentary-cfp/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">https://glossator.org/2023/11/20/glossator-13-in-a-sea-of-commentary-cfp/</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGXpDtCidn1k99bK4ujCzy2u2H9TRy4n-gGiti0Q4HPjOz8_wrawL2ZiUXH9wicX_if20sjxsMeRXqGDQDDZGSCdSmVESJFcvX-zQl9fa19RpTrePuEdCNCaiUnClgVlt4X81K7XfFiM9WQGQ2NYqxMXrBCH96fTfPhU9-TvqGExVMwF9THqf9Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img alt="" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="763" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGXpDtCidn1k99bK4ujCzy2u2H9TRy4n-gGiti0Q4HPjOz8_wrawL2ZiUXH9wicX_if20sjxsMeRXqGDQDDZGSCdSmVESJFcvX-zQl9fa19RpTrePuEdCNCaiUnClgVlt4X81K7XfFiM9WQGQ2NYqxMXrBCH96fTfPhU9-TvqGExVMwF9THqf9Q=w640-h432" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: start;">"He would gaze into the celestial sea, never tiring of contemplating its movements, its clouds, its lights. He would collect rocks, flowers, beetles of all species, and array them in manifold sequences and combinations. He would keep a keen eye on both men and beasts and sit on the seashore searching for shellfish. He would eavesdrop attentively on his own thoughts and emotions. He knew not </span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: start;">whither his yearnings impelled him . . . " (Novalis)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-b8ugbNg7iFIoGk4lfG8Ui_2rj1Ln0w9bHgXKdYYIVDOrsNbx3VkRZOD9aqPH5tXQtgAiLXZ6GzhYPsahXgIsrCG7cfK3bBeYCPWWkqOKHwIyhh7oLBaXtiSk9Hm4vT2ZR-lu__RBncLf0HSzgX810i3yO-vetSHO5JGd1sqxHSDqH5--HNB7yQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="447" data-original-width="1159" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-b8ugbNg7iFIoGk4lfG8Ui_2rj1Ln0w9bHgXKdYYIVDOrsNbx3VkRZOD9aqPH5tXQtgAiLXZ6GzhYPsahXgIsrCG7cfK3bBeYCPWWkqOKHwIyhh7oLBaXtiSk9Hm4vT2ZR-lu__RBncLf0HSzgX810i3yO-vetSHO5JGd1sqxHSDqH5--HNB7yQ=w640-h246" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222;">In the beginning the seeker of Truth is like a man who, having heard that a priceless pearl is to be got from the depths of the ocean, goes down to the seashore and first admires the vastness of the ocean and then paddles and splashes about in the shallows and, intoxicated with this new excitement, forgets about the pearl. Out of many who do this, one after a while, remembers his quest and learns to swim and starts to swim out. Out of many who do this, one masters swimming and reaches the open sea; the others perish in the waves. Out of many who master swimming, one begins to dive; the others in their enjoyment of mastery, again forget about the pearl. Out of many who practise diving, one reaches the ocean bed and grasps the pearl. Out of many who get hold of the pearl, one swims back up to the surface with it; the others stay stuck on the floor gazing with wonder at the pearl. Out of many who swim up to the surface, one returns to the shore. -- Meher Baba</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: start;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: start;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIYWJ3aP-Xx9kH0_Zcjyz24BTzN4fVpUzEdaItw2RL_4AiEpbqP6HMFbJFJCMAQojOb06fa4inz-hfr6SZ5UUwx19rbkqJ0kGk1VLVWLLILIQRZxyEvH3U5Xat_IA9tCrtsmkSWB0XigEMRx6l-hM9IAClY8v5FIA9Tu7dNV4_X6w1YODPho7RIg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="708" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIYWJ3aP-Xx9kH0_Zcjyz24BTzN4fVpUzEdaItw2RL_4AiEpbqP6HMFbJFJCMAQojOb06fa4inz-hfr6SZ5UUwx19rbkqJ0kGk1VLVWLLILIQRZxyEvH3U5Xat_IA9tCrtsmkSWB0XigEMRx6l-hM9IAClY8v5FIA9Tu7dNV4_X6w1YODPho7RIg=w453-h640" width="453" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-13633659770447914882022-11-06T12:51:00.001-05:002022-11-06T12:51:16.708-05:00Four4 Great Errors broadside and poems<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QsiTgzc4JnSHD8AAv34yX6BcE8I2WQPfrLoBZATnTanlzY_Clj8ADVnb0PdT3D0KX8MERCmGCcpoO8MdrNs84nqHyzVtnFVRzZuj0quAY06nMwNzbXf8ncbaLJdZ1H-824vR_c--7cOhe3lqekcYH2vXaF586iG94t_KVLoSzb8b-By_Dyc/s2560/22_11_4_nicola_masciandara_oswaldo_garcia_broadside-scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1678" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QsiTgzc4JnSHD8AAv34yX6BcE8I2WQPfrLoBZATnTanlzY_Clj8ADVnb0PdT3D0KX8MERCmGCcpoO8MdrNs84nqHyzVtnFVRzZuj0quAY06nMwNzbXf8ncbaLJdZ1H-824vR_c--7cOhe3lqekcYH2vXaF586iG94t_KVLoSzb8b-By_Dyc/w377-h574/22_11_4_nicola_masciandara_oswaldo_garcia_broadside-scaled.jpg" width="377" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Broadside designed by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/iam0sw/" target="_blank">Oswaldo García</a>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Available <a href="https://centerforbookarts.org/book-shop/broadside/four-great-errors" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KqipOYnlF80hutc5I5ox1t1FKk3hr_9c/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Four4 Great Errors</a></i> [PDF]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-77871714031314603242022-06-12T09:07:00.003-04:002022-06-12T09:07:38.517-04:00Kisses on the Feet of a Metalhead: Some Indices on Standing<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">[published in <i>X</i> 1 (2022): <a href="http://www.x-n1.com">www.x-n1.com</a>]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT0t3JSVy-BjevseHfBaSF2-8OlaIuV-XdiAoB8fFDq9D1dpiWRzjaM23utDzs8TpGwQQ7aRbIr_tSnVCCxoweLKvQ4rC9T6PipEOPYodGfEsRwRQM4wTTIU4D5DBJh-AkTSx0AuR1xEX2OWG8tiapnIlKqIzRcn6XwxfZdtumFyPGM_ZnN1I" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="940" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT0t3JSVy-BjevseHfBaSF2-8OlaIuV-XdiAoB8fFDq9D1dpiWRzjaM23utDzs8TpGwQQ7aRbIr_tSnVCCxoweLKvQ4rC9T6PipEOPYodGfEsRwRQM4wTTIU4D5DBJh-AkTSx0AuR1xEX2OWG8tiapnIlKqIzRcn6XwxfZdtumFyPGM_ZnN1I=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">[photo by José Castrellón]</span></div><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You are not on
earth as you believe, but lighting, fleeing its proper place, never sped so
fast as you, going back to yours.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– Dante, <i>Paradiso</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To know everything
in a flash takes an eternity in the illusion of time while you gradually die to
yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">–
Meher Baba, <i>The Everything and the Nothing<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There’s restless joy in standing
watch and waiting! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">–
Nietzsche, <i>Beyond Good and Evil</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The question is where to stand (?)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Love means that you remain standing close
to your Beloved, when you would be deprived of your attributes.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> So said Hallāj, whose
decapitated “trunk remained erect for two hours [after] the head fell between
his two legs, repeating a single phrase ‘Only One! O Only One!’”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To stand is to remain standing, to fall
with whatever falls, fly with whatever flies, to flash with the fastest
stillness of the soul, which is “whole and undivided, at once in the foot, in
the eyes and in every member,”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> especially when your head
falls to your feet. To stand is to hang out with the question where it answers
itself, to hold the line or horizon where “severing is also a joining and a
relating.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The modern question mark derives from the
medieval <i>punctus interrogativus</i>, which indicates the rising intonation
of the question with a line resembling a flash of lighting suspended above a
point.<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> A/the question seizes with
the continuity of a thunder strike, a stroke connecting being and doing, head
and feet, heaven and earth, cause and effect. Feel the heavy metal shock of
being struck by the question of oneself as another pointing back: “What is this
that stands before me / Figure in black which points at me?”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Of being seen by the other
of one’s own vision, “you in whose eyes I have become a question to myself.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Who withstands standing in
the infinite current of their own event? Are you (not) someone “who is struck
by his own thoughts as if from outside, from above and below . . . who is
perhaps a storm himself, pregnant with new lightning[?]”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The form in question reflects the infinity
of individuation’s depth charge, a force hidden within the absolutely
asymmetrical crack connecting oneself to everything. Is one or is one not
intrinsically one with Reality? Is one’s will other than that which is
creating, preserving, and destroying the universe – yes or no!? What fact can
the fact that one is oneself – summit of impossibility – not make to tremble?
As Meher Baba explains, the cause of this whole multifarious cosmic mess
without and within oneself – not <i>the </i>universe or <i>a </i>universe but <i>this
</i>one, today – is the unaccountable <i>whim </i>of the eternal or divine
Reality to know itself, which operates as the universal dialectic from ‘Who am
I?’ to ‘I am God’, generating <i>en route</i>, in the spiral of evolution and
involution, all temporary beings as provisional answers: ‘I am stone’, ‘I am
plant’, ‘I am human’, and so on.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Beyond the sphere that circles widest /
passes the sigh that issues from my heart” (Dante, <i>Vita Nuova</i>). “Beyond
the sphere passeth the arrow of our sigh. Hafiz! Be silent” (Hafiz, <i>Divan</i>).
To speak without speaking, just breathing the word(s), in passing. To inhabit
language, the so-called “house of being,” like a passerby or prison escape
artist, just standing there. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“We became enamoured of travel,
intoxicated / with the sensation of movement . . . We must go somewhere where
we will not find ourselves . . . More time to consider the lily in another's
heart? / to watch the leaf-bud and flower putting-forth of our own?”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn9;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Fleeing what? And what the
hell had to happen for a three-staked instrument of torture (<i>trepalium</i>)
used to punish runaway serfs/slaves to become our name for going somewhere (<i>travel</i>),
not to mention labor or useful/productive activity (<i>trabajo</i>)? On the one
hand, “The imperative of collecting people, settling them close to the core of
power, holding them there, and having them produce a surplus in excess of their
own needs animates much of early statecraft.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn10;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> On the other hand, “Travelling
is a fool’s paradise . . . I affect to be intoxicated with sights and
suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn11;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Between fleeing and being
forced to stay there is standing, only way out. “Escape,” says Levinas, “is the
need to get out of oneself, that is, to break that most radical and unalterably
binding of chains, the fact that the I [<i>moi</i>] is oneself [<i>soi-même</i>].”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn12;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[12]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Only the lonely. Good
luck to you. O way of being the way! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Flames of sun fall to earth. Earth melts
matter into fire. Fire burns heart into light. Light flashes mind to ash. Ash
condenses into star. Star . . . Love loves you (so do I) without any care
whatsoever about whoever you are. “That the singularities form a community
without affirming an identity, that humans co-belong without any representable
condition of belonging (even in the form of a simple presupposition [<i>cogito
ER/GO sum</i>]) – that is what the State cannot in any way stand [<i>tollerare</i>].”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn13;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[13]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why do you want <i>them</i> to answer your
question???<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Rogare</i>, to ask, derives from <i>rog-</i>,
to stretch out the hand (cf. <i>reach</i>), a variant of the root <i>reg-</i>,
to move in a straight line. This is also the root of <i>ergo</i>, therefore, in
consequence of. ER/GO: To stand in the reach of the question which points to
everything as its answer. To touch everywhere by not reaching anywhere, holding
on to the hem, reaching into the roots of oneself with closed hands, asking
nothing. To play the one game, every game, the infinite game of question and
answer, by <i>standing</i>, taking the only possible, the infinitesimal
shortcut (from here to Here), precisely where there is none: “With the infinite
question, there arises also the infinite answer. The infinite question is
infinite unconsciousness; the infinite answer is infinite consciousness. But
the infinite question and the infinite answer do not simply annul each other
and relapse into the original unity of the Beyond. The two aspects have now
descended into the primal duality which can resolve itself only by fulfilling
the entire game of duality and not by any shortcut.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn14;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[14]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">See how the world, this society we co-create,
wants you to keep moving, shifting, likes you unfirm, choosing, without a proper
place to stand, always towards the next thing, the hopefully yet never quite?<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn15;" title=""><sup><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span style="line-height: 107%;">[15]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a>
Ergo they cannot stop offering new opportunities to repeat ourselves, to do the
same thing in novel guises, educating us in the opposite of being where one is.
Stop and look, but keep moving. Stand – <i>in line</i>. Browse (a word that
means to graze on young shoots and buds, cf. <i>breast</i>). Whatever you do,
don’t stay. Instead, stay distracted, not where your body is, like January
shopping his mind for May in <i>The Merchant’s Tale</i>: “Many fair shap and
many a fair visage / Ther passeth thurgh his herte night by night; / As whoso
tooke a mirour polisshed bryght, / And sette it in a commune market-place, /
Thanne sholde he see ful many a figure pace / By his mirour.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn16;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[16]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> At least as it passes . .
. <i>you may skip ad in . . . </i>I can “try to take seriously how advertising
never tires of repeating itself.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn17;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[17]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not milk but its mother’s milk is what a baby
needs, food of the one whose mouth puts me wherever she wants, makes me walk on
air.<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn18;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[18]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> My intellect is a straying
kitten, a babbling infant whose life feeds and grows strong in becoming more
and more centered, stilled in satisfying desire – <i>Et erit tamquam lignum quod
plantatum est secus decursus aquarium </i>(Psalms 1:3) – not in being
promiscuously passed around, but in nursing (from <i>sna-</i>, to swim),
swimming the ocean-flow of love via the sucking, sapient depth of all-consuming
interest: “Truth cannot be grasped by skipping over the surface of life and
multiplying superficial contacts. It requires the preparedness of mind which
can centre its capacities upon selected experiences and free itself from its
limiting features . . . Such whole-hearted concentration and real interest is
necessarily precluded when the mind becomes a slave to the habit of running at
a tangent and wandering between many possible objects of similar experience.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn19;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[19]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Ergo, the real problem of
distraction as inevitable imperative to remain (become more and more) distracted
by something that all distractions distract from, to distract distraction
itself. To think <i>from</i> one’s feet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“The feet, which are physically the lowest
part of the body, are spiritually the highest. Physically, the feet go through
everything — good and bad, beautiful and ugly, clean and dirty — yet they are
above everything. Spiritually, the feet of a Perfect Master are above
everything in the universe, which is like dust to him.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn20;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[20]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What is their stance, they (whoever) for
whom market is mother, touchpad their mouth, browser the breast? In what sky do
their thoughts swim, what horizon their hearts rest? Where the earth in which
their body or soul nests? “Unless a man takes his stand <i>against </i>the
world of a dying civilization, / unless he stops discriminating the patterns of
shadow / and turns his face to the Sun . . .”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn21;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[21]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Ergo: ground yourself by
touching the blessed feet of a cherubic breast-fed metalhead, charged with standing
in the light of that which never has to be brought from anywhere, which fills
the world by staying where it is. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It seems not so much that one stands
somewhere, as that standing is the place where place happens. Here and there,
inner and outer, silence and language, spin around the axis of standing, this ground
zero of the horizon that, pointing to itself, makes all other indications
possible. But who wants to think about that? Why bother guarding the stance
which guards thinking? “Pointing can only be done from a standing location. My
standing location matters because I am in the midst of things, <i>in media res</i>
. . . We are in a place where we can point at the hand and at the mountain; we
are among them. We can <i>therefore</i> think about what is around us.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn22;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[22]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Back off (stay proximate), all you posers
who want position (not stance), who crave identity (not birth/death), who like
to take pictures with your eyes (not X). Ergo, what is the photograph, as
materialization of an image of an instant, but a projection of the standing
question, the question of standing, an indexical capturing of the <i>what-is-this-that-stands-before-me
(figure-in-black-which-points-at-me)</i>? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Photography as science devoid of – before/after
– project. The photographed, gaze-species of something invisible, as an objective
not-seeing of someone-who-stands, i.e. the in-stans itself, a gesture of time’s
likeness to eternity or imaginal place in which being becomes. Ergo,
photographer as reflector of the standing that the photograph abstracts into
concrete image. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“[P]erhaps it is from the most obscure and
the most irreflexive depth of the body that the photographic act departs . . .
from a stance rather than a position . . . ‘Stance’ – this word means: to be
rooted in oneself, to be held within one’s own immanence, to be at one’s
station rather than in a position relative to the ‘motif’.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn23;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[23]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Verbless language. Silent speech.
Motionless gesture. Each thing simply a pointing to everything through itself. Speak
<i>now</i> – after there is something to say: “God made sense turn outward:
therefore / man looks out. Now and again a daring man / looks back and finds
himself. Now and again / after becoming God he speaks.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn24;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[24]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Better to point (by not pointing) than
burp a word. “The universe is deictic or indexical, and therefore
demonstratives are better equipped than substantives to deal with it, and
ultimately to provide some sort of account of it.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn25;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[25]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <i>Dixit insipiens in
corde suo: Non est Deus</i> (Psalms 13:1). The fool hath blabbed to himself,
hath spoken as a substantivist. What are you <i>talking</i> about?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Better that one “s’ascose nel foco che li
affina” (<i>Purgatorio</i> 26.148), put oneself away (abs-con-dere) in flame, staying
in the fire which life never stops being a birth-like leap from and into: “To
be born is both to be born of the world and to be born into the world.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn26" name="_ftnref26" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn26;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[26]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Better to stand on the
threshold between prepositions, wearing the sandals of the sacred, and there remain
more and more a white hot black metal head. For it is precisely and
paradoxically the iron’s passive power or strongest weakness to resist
omnipotence, the all-powerful impotence of its inability to be consumed by fire,
in other words, the metal’s remaining itself or intensive <i>standing</i> in
the midst of all that strips it of whatever it appears to be, which is the groundless
ground of becoming all fire or liquifying in the love of . . . .<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn27" name="_ftnref27" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn27;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[27]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Standing says: I am <i>that</i> I am. Man
walks upon earth, but she stands in universe. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To stay means to remain where you are by
being in your being, to stand by withstanding the heaviest-lightest weight of things.
Not to be someplace but to insist on the in-stance of existence, which “has no
purpose by virtue of its being real, infinite and eternal.” To stand is to
dwell in staying without purpose, to step into what, “being everything and
everywhere, cannot have any direction,” to insist on not taking the first step
of creating a false goal, for the “Goal of Life in Creation is to arrive at
purposelessness, which is the state of Reality.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn28" name="_ftnref28" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn28;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[28]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stand up and say what you truly think. Do
what you really want. Stay. Stop being mobilized, for life, against death,
vice-versa, always on this side or that, never out of position, never without
project, lost between ends and means, in line. Everything has already happened,
and it will never happen again, because nothing ever happens. Except this. Says
Rosenzweig, “The womb of the inexhaustible earth ceaselessly gives birth to
what is new, and each one is subject to death; each newly born waits with fear
and trembling for the day of its passage into the dark . . . Man should not
cast aside from him the fear of the earthly; in his fear of death he should –
stay. He should stay. He should therefore do nothing other than what he already
wants: to stay.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn29;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[29]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But my God what the hell on earth is the
human waiting for? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Damned I also call those who must always <i>wait
</i>– they offend my taste . . . Indeed, I too learned to wait, and thoroughly
– but only to wait for <i>myself</i>. And above all I learned to stand and walk
and run and leap and climb and dance. But this is my teaching; whoever wants to
fly someday must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance –
one cannot fly one’s way to flight!”<a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftn30" name="_ftnref30" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn30;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[30]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">ER/GO: To stay as to wait without waiting,
to stand as <i>waiting to wait</i>. Here is a kind and degree of waiting that
starts by escaping the boring/excited egoism of waiting (waiting as <i>my</i>
waiting), an order of waiting that offers at once the best and the worst way to
wait, as per the three-fold meaning of <i>waiting to wait</i>, which bears 1)
the flat sense of superadded waiting, waiting only to wait more, where <i>to </i>refers
infinitively to the activity one is waiting for; 2) the intensive sense of
waiting as means of its own end, where <i>to</i> signifies the
instrumentality of action (in order to, so as to); 3) the paradoxical sense of
waiting that does not wait at all precisely by deferring or postponing it, that
waits to wait, waiting, yes, yet not yet. Waiting to wait in this triple way is
graspable as a form of <i>eternal</i> waiting, keeping in mind the
word’s double reference to the timeless and the sempiternal, now and forever.
Tying together, like head and tail of the ouroboros, a waiting that never ends
and a waiting that never begins, eternal waiting unites the opposite senses
of <i>waiting to wait</i> around the middle sense of the present
moment of waiting <i>per se</i>. As the anagogic sense of medieval
exegesis proverbially gives a ‘foretaste [<i>praegustus</i>]<i> </i>of
paradise’, finding in the suspended moment of reading the palpable presence of
a truth or reality that is non-futurally to come, so is <i>waiting to wait</i>,
far from being anything that need ever arrive from anywhere else, simply the
immediate elevation of simple waiting, a flight of the ground where waiting
waits.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Neither thinking (<i>cogito</i>) nor being
(<i>sum</i>), but the flash of what links them (<i>ergo</i>) and not even that
because it is <i>that</i> itself. I.e. a standing in the current of what joins
by severing the link between thinking and being. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
stand or wait eternally, waitlessly, for all that is here and now (<i>nunc
stans</i>). Therefore . . .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br clear="all" />
</span><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" />
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<div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Louis Massignon, <i>The Passion of
Al-Hallaj, Mystic and Martyr of Islam, Volume 3: The Teaching of al-Hallaj </i>(Princeton,
NJ: Princeton University Press, 2019), 11.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn2" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Louis Massignon, <i>The Passsion
of Al-Hallaj</i>, trans. Herbert Mason, 4 vols., Bollingen XCVIII (Princeton:
Princeton University Press, 1982), 2.18.1.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn3" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Meister Eckhart, <i>The Complete
Mystical Works</i>, trans. and ed. Maurice O’C. Walshe (New York: Herder &
Herder, 2009), 341.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn4" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> “[A]uch das Trennen ist noch ein
Verbinden und Beziehen” (Martin Heidegger, “Logik: Heraklit’s Lehre vom Logos,”
in <i>Heraklit</i>, ‘Gesamtausgabe,’ Bd. 55 [Frankfurt am Main: Vittorio
Klostermann, 1970], 337).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn5" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> See M. B. Parkes, <i>Pause and
Effect: An Introduction to the History of Punctuation in the West</i>
(Berkeley: University of California Press, 1993).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn6" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Black Sabbath, “Black Sabbath,” <i>Black
Sabbath</i> (Warner Bros., 1970). <o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn7" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Augustine, <i>Confessions</i>
(Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1951), X. 33.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn8" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Friedrich Nietzsche, <i>Beyond
Good and Evil</i>, trans. Judith Norman (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press,
2002), 174.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn9" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn9;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Francis Brabazon, <i>Stay with
God: A Statement in Illusion on Reality</i> (Woombye, Queensland: Garuda Books,
1959), 96–124.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn10" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn10;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> James C. Scott, <i>Against the
Grain: A Deep History of the Earliest States</i> (New Haven: Yale University
Press, 2017), 151. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn11" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn11;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Ralph Waldo Emerson,
“Self-Reliance,” in <i>The Complete Essays and Other Writings</i> (New York:
Modern Library, 1950), 165.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn12" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn12;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[12]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Emmanuel Levinas, <i>On Escape</i>,
trans. Bettina Bergo (Stanford: Stanford University Press, 2003), 55.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn13" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn13;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[13]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Giorgio Agamben, <i>The Coming
Community</i>, trans. Michael Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota
Press, 1993), 85, translation modified.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn14" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn14;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[14]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Meher Baba, <i>Beams on the Spiritual
Panorama</i> (San Francisco: Sufism Reoriented, 1958), 9-10.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn15" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn15;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[15]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> “And everybody, in their
shallowness, praises movement! Political, religious, educational, social, in
the family, let’s do something, let’s go somewhere, let’s act, as if action is
salvation, instead it is ruination. Where are you going to find one human being,
where are you going to find one man or woman who will say, just a minute, what
are you talking about, praising physical, mental, emotional movement as if it
is a virtue in itself. I’ll repeat the question, where are going to find
someone who will <i>question</i> it? . . . The cry, the wail of the human mind
is: give me something to do so that I won’t have to think intelligently about
what I am doing.” (Vernon Howard,
https://nuncstans.tumblr.com/post/30991647359/and-everyone-in-their-shallowness-praises-movement).
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn16" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn16;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[16]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Geoffrey Chaucer, <i>The
Merchant’s Tale</i>, lines 1580–5, in <i>The Norton Chaucer</i>, ed. David
Lawton (New York: Norton, 2019), 291. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn17" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn17;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[17]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Emanuele Coccia, <i>Goods:
Advertising, Urban Space, and the Moral Law of the Image</i>, trans. Marissa
Gemma (New York: Fordham University Press, 2018), 28.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn18" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn18;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[18]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> “Who can ever know God? I don’t
even try. I only call on Him as Mother. Let Mother do whatever She likes. I
shall know Her if it is Her will; but I shall be happy to remain ignorant if
She wills otherwise. My nature is that of a kitten. It only cries, ‘Mew, mew!’
The rest it leaves to its mother. The mother cat puts the kitten sometimes in
the kitchen and sometimes on the master’s bed” (<i>The Gospel of Sri
Ramakrishna</i> [New York: Ramakrishna-Vivekananda Center, 1942)<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn19" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn19;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[19]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Meher Baba, <i>Discourses</i>, 6th
ed., 3 vols (San Francisco: Sufism Reoriented, 1973), I.151. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div>
<div id="ftn20" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn20;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[20]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Meher Baba, <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
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<div id="ftn21" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn21;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[21]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Brabazon, <i>Stay With God</i>,
118.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn22" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn22;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[22]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Hilan Bensusan, <i>Indexicalism:
Realism and the Metaphysics of Paradox</i> (Edinburgh: Edinburgh University
Press, 2021), 14.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn23" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn23;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[23]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> François Laruelle, <i>The Concept
of Non-Photography</i>, trans. Robin Mackay (Cambridge: Urbanomic, 2018), 12.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn24" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn24;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[24]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Brabazon, <i>Stay With God</i>,
124.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn25" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn25;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[25]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Bensusan, <i>Indexicalism</i>, 16.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn26" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref26" name="_ftn26" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn26;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[26]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Maurice Merleau-Ponty,
Phenomenology of Perception, trans. Colin Smith (London: Routledge, 1962), 527.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn27" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref27" name="_ftn27" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn27;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[27]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> “All love is a fire, but a
spiritual fire. What a corporeal fire does for iron, the fire . . . does the
same for an impure, cold, and hardened heart . . . The whole mind becomes
white-hot from the igniting of the divine fire; it flares up and, at the same
time, liquefies in the love of God” (Richard of St. Victor, <i>On the Trinity</i>,
VI. 2, in <i>Trinity and Creation: A Selection of Works of Hugh, Richard, and
Adam of St. Victor</i>, eds. Boyd Taylor Coolman and Dale M. Coulter [Turnhout:
Brepols, 2011]).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn28" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref28" name="_ftn28" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn28;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[28]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Meher Baba, <i>The Everything and
the Nothing </i>(Beacon Hill, Australia: Meher House Publication, 1963), 62.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn29" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref29" name="_ftn29" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn29;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[29]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Franz Rosenzweig, <i>The Star of
Redemption</i>, trans. Barbara Ellen Galli (Madison: University of Wisconsin
Press, 2005), 9-10.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<div id="ftn30" style="mso-element: footnote;">
<p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/nicol/Documents/Projects/ERGO.docx#_ftnref30" name="_ftn30" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn30;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[30]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Friedrich Nietzsche, <i>Thus Spoke
Zarathustra</i>, trans. Adrian del Caro (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press,
2006), 156.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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</div><br /><p></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-13044863171509429892022-01-15T17:19:00.000-05:002022-01-15T17:19:02.607-05:00Glossator 12: Commenting and Commentary as an Interpretive Mode in Medieval and Early Modern Europe<div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1EwpWvKaCU8L0kNQC_MXDWJOJ_AbxAaPfEKxVMagbVlueYSS6330dRWjzVptnJDMhLkATLp4rLAvxKyk7nxtBP3qgpUnSVezAcPALBpppisjZtde7wiPIz30Y0YguXZP0xF_RQ/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1167" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1EwpWvKaCU8L0kNQC_MXDWJOJ_AbxAaPfEKxVMagbVlueYSS6330dRWjzVptnJDMhLkATLp4rLAvxKyk7nxtBP3qgpUnSVezAcPALBpppisjZtde7wiPIz30Y0YguXZP0xF_RQ/w421-h640/image.png" width="421" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">VOLUME 12 (2022): COMMENTING AND COMMENTARY AS AN INTERPRETIVE MODE IN MEDIEVAL AND EARLY MODERN EUROPE</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Edited by Christina Lechtermann and Markus Stock<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Introduction: Commenting and Commentary as an Interpretive Mode in Medieval and Early Modern Europe<br />Christina Lechtermann & Markus Stock<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Pro-Active Scribe: Preparing the Margins of Annotated Manuscripts<br />Erik Kwakkel<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thinking from the Margins: Opening and Closing Illuminations and their Commentary Functions around 1000<br />Kristin Böse<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Reading Texts within Texts: The Special Case of Lemmata<br />Andrew Hicks<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The In-/Coherences of Narrative Commentary: Commentarial Forms in the Anegenge<br />Christina Lechtermann<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dante’s Self-Commentary and the Call for Interpretation<br />Elisa Brilli<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Spiritualizing Petrarchism, “Poeticizing” the Bible: Two Counter-Reformation Self-Commentaries<br />Christine Ott and Philip Stockbrugger<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Power of Glosses: Francesco Fulvio Frugoni’s Self-Commentary and Literary Criticism in the Tribunal della Critica<br />Andrea Baldan<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Commenting on a Purged Model: The M. Valerii Martialis Epigrammaton libri omnes novis commentariis illustrati of the Jesuit Matthäus Rader (1602)<br />Magnus Ulrich Ferber</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://glossator.org/">HERE</a></div>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-32913071579839292732022-01-08T16:40:00.006-05:002022-01-08T16:40:43.441-05:00Because It's Not There - Climbing Theory<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzsRlrl5BNCluPInE4E9NuA" target="_blank">HERE</a> is a climbing theory conversation series with Bo Earle. First two sessions on question of climbing theory and deixis respectively. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgFXiscQPW3FFgMTCmxPyzdVAwrMUraOEMbdDxDNIr33v1n6YbsTlBdfKOI6VINVvxOU3eMb6dfS1tfsD3reYdKzARrRGjIwm7HzsyV4ZDq9GFFhKHxoCZLOxugU_qJ0QLENb86s79pNSUsrltRVorSNTpfpucBxrS2vwYOEftFQtxVcrIIx8=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1024" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgFXiscQPW3FFgMTCmxPyzdVAwrMUraOEMbdDxDNIr33v1n6YbsTlBdfKOI6VINVvxOU3eMb6dfS1tfsD3reYdKzARrRGjIwm7HzsyV4ZDq9GFFhKHxoCZLOxugU_qJ0QLENb86s79pNSUsrltRVorSNTpfpucBxrS2vwYOEftFQtxVcrIIx8=s320" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL6h3DtheRQxpCmGrXjBotmZk4nrhI2CdpWH0lK3MsRPlDUEbrJ-fV2jyGgfrI2VWtuiPQnwgiorfnBSoEFqRvHUOZUXrkOTIQWkTCKI4uwm214LtZPZa0L993uWGgjAVLvv5OQy6W5XnKSfDSKlqxeAd51jYMpYn-MeH3bvp_mvuSwxSci2o=s2000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL6h3DtheRQxpCmGrXjBotmZk4nrhI2CdpWH0lK3MsRPlDUEbrJ-fV2jyGgfrI2VWtuiPQnwgiorfnBSoEFqRvHUOZUXrkOTIQWkTCKI4uwm214LtZPZa0L993uWGgjAVLvv5OQy6W5XnKSfDSKlqxeAd51jYMpYn-MeH3bvp_mvuSwxSci2o=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-36953157237052261442021-09-07T08:58:00.000-04:002021-09-07T08:58:02.501-04:00Glossator 11 (2021): Cristina Campo: Translation / Commentary<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOE1stYm-h7HvdREUbrRrTU9Pjn2gtEZxuhAtC2MIyrf-tg33SPHNlWFE8Tslw4g6NaMN6xr4WiBoHIONSGqVxDp7cVRe7KIvdiBpYczf7oFavOHkOdesx11dikigZRUCONyE8KA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="923" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOE1stYm-h7HvdREUbrRrTU9Pjn2gtEZxuhAtC2MIyrf-tg33SPHNlWFE8Tslw4g6NaMN6xr4WiBoHIONSGqVxDp7cVRe7KIvdiBpYczf7oFavOHkOdesx11dikigZRUCONyE8KA/w537-h387/image.png" width="537" /></a></div><br /></div>Edited by Andrea di Serego Alighieri and Nicola Masciandaro<div> <div>A Bell for Cristina – Writing an Image of Echo and Chimera</div><div>Daniela Cascella</div><div><br /></div><div>L’Imperdonabile Cristina Campo</div><div>Laura Boella</div><div><br /></div><div>Six Poems from Passo d’Addio</div><div>Adrian Nathan West</div><div><br /></div><div>Forme dell’Amicizia negli Epistolari di Cristina Campo</div><div>Monica Farnetti</div><div><br /></div><div>Cristina Campo’s Commentarial Reflection on her Literary Translations</div><div>Višnja Bandalo</div><div><br /></div><div>The Fairy Tales in Cristina Campo’s “Della Fiaba”</div><div>Cristina Mazzoni</div><div><br /></div><div>Gli Anni della Perdita: Missa Romana e La Tigre Assenza di Cristina Campo</div><div>Nicola Di Nino</div><div><br /></div><div>Magnificat Equation</div><div>Snejanka Mihaylova</div><div><br /></div><div>Cristina Campo and Iranian Mysticism</div><div>Chiara Zamboni</div><div><br /></div><div>Cristina Campo – The Unforgiveables: A Translation with Commentary </div><div>Andrea di Serego Alighieri and Nicola Masciandaro</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://glossator.org/" target="_blank">ONLINE</a> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Glossator-11-Cristina-Translation-Commentary/dp/B097SNC34Y">PRINT</a></div>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-52790392700031528862021-06-13T08:31:00.003-04:002021-07-25T09:59:48.972-04:00The Whim: Cantos1-9<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The wind blows where it wills, and you
hear the sound of it, but you do not know whence it comes or whither it goes;
so it is with everyone who is born of the spirit.</span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">– John 3:8 <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There
is nothing but a bewildered one. There is nothing exercising properties but
bewilderment. There is nothing but Allah. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Ibn Arabi<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It
seeks to know itself. It is of no use to ask why it does so. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">– Meher Baba<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br clear="all" style="break-before: page; mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" />
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1:
<i>O Parvardigar! The Preserver and Protector of All</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Everyday
the human wakes, wondering<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where
on earth, within spirals outside place,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is
one like its love—never anything<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Once
appearing on par with that pure face<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
eye flashed eternal in the first soul,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mirror
of day before light, only trace<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
itself, dropping oceans down the whole.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
am here more or less another you<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Acting
out and in this singular role<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No
one alone will play, truthlessly true,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Being
whatever nothing can be, split<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
time spilling earth’s old excess of new<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thoughts
and words and deeds—as if tears, sweat, spit<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">May
turn to sweetness the world’s secret pain.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
fact of infinitely being it<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Informs
a jumping spider all the same<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now
transiting the moon glow of our screen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like
black starlight distilled into a brain<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unfolding
the four-fold sense of the seen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Into
lightning ideograms of limbs<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hunting
the eye-color of longing: green.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Instant
conviction that the ocean swims,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Otherwise
no species of entity<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Finds
open its path through labyrinths of skins<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Enshrouding
the birth immaculately<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
matter, life, thought, and the God whose glance<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Marks
the plan of all spontaneity<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pointing
one asleep/awake in silence.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No
one moves the puppet of their being <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Without
that infinitesimal lance<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sewing
the horizon of every string<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Far
before it is twisted into form<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Around
the zero-dimensional ring<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adorning
the end-origin, this storm<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Absolutely
safe filling the abyss.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not
a hair on any head comes to harm<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
the universe whose expanding bliss<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Springs
from the seed of your eternal crown<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
coils to be beheaded with a kiss<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Some
shoreless night when the full moon is drowned <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
highest seas of future memory<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
the pearl of pearls by itself is found.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stay
nearest the secret whimsically <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ever
swimming this matrix so clear,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bound
freely now in the one gravity <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
net saves all from all where I am—here<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Long
before any were, lost in the care<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unending
that pierces each eye, mouth, ear,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Heart
with the sweet hook of life’s own navel.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br clear="all" style="break-before: page; mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" />
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2:
<i>You are without beginning and without end</i> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">History
is not happening today<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here
in paradise where we not yet hang<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With
nothing or not knowing what to say<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Other
than remember me who once sang<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
something so dearest that knowledge weeps<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
recall home the hunger of its pang<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
mansions where the king dreaming us sleeps.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How
many beings have you ever met<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On
this horizon scarred with light that leaps<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
all directions outspreading the net<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Into
a view from nowhere so glamorous<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That
nobody sees you and lives and yet<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One
still is present like an anchoress<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Floating
wholly all well now in life’s tomb?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Answer
not in thought-words unamorous<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Any
question left by love in the womb<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Far
before abyss springs from the recoil<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
asking in the first place like a bomb<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Who
individuation is, this soil<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
roots underneath gravity,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That
black earth of every atom’s toil. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
soul is Mary, not an entity<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
the kind my blindness of thinking sees,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No
thing squirming among identity<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With
shadow forms of fine or gross bodies,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But
the real worm itself of life unbound<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Echoing
ever new in ecstasies<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
self-birth from her own omphalic ground. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Never
was and will be again always,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Such
is the first order of someone’s sound,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyone
who verses the rainbow rays <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Expanding
from these shores of dreaming stones<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
find impressions of the perfect maze<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Known
now-forever to one’s feet alone<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
the whim of suffering the very swerve.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
vista of you nails us to the bone<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One
may say were it not for the pure curve<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
a plus lightspeed smile splitting the frame<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
pronouns, the unwhole skeleton nerve<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
humanity dying not to name<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What
everything is always seeing,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">First
image of fire before the eye’s flame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
know you know my beloved, the being<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
question calls yonder unlimited<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Domains
the dark world-desert is fleeing,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
numberless friend losing first his head<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
save each from themselves, bleeding such drops<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As
pierce my bubble-sphere with sighs undead, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Everybody
falling before the sight. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br clear="all" style="break-before: page; mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" />
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">3:
<i>Non-dual, beyond comparison<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing
what it thinks it is (divided)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
the one and only one so perfect<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That
none anywhere ever has a head,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Each
face being before number bedecked <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
decollation, crowned nameless today<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By
life’s body, the overboard subject <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Beached
like Priam, Palinurus, Pompey.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
all along was the absolute plan,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Projecting
our purposes far away,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unframing
the picture of each lifespan<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With
hands born of wind breathing wherever<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It
will, all the while preferring a man<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
right love the left does not outclever,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One
whose sigh knows silently where to go. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Remember
the shore of birth, the treasure<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Retrieved
there in midst of the first death throe,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
vast cetacean stranding of dark souls<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bleating
syllables of origin’s blow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">From
which nothing recovers only rolls<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Playing
it again upon the om point<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
sew time’s hide-and-seek game through new holes?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
supreme power splitting every joint<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
being’s chain ain’t imaginable,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hands
of one that all hands bind and anoint,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tapping
open and closed the gates of hell<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or
paradise as love dictates within<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
pulsing of nerves immeasurable <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Enveloped
in image’s very skin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When
Teresa sees the beauty of them—<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Peripherally
my eyes imagine,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unable
to sustain the diadem—<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Every
overestimation falls so shy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That
no wonder it is merely the hem<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mind
and heart are commanded to hold, why <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That
limen is what best molds your grasp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Line
is horizon, the far-nearest sky<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Within
which all that makes contact may clasp,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
special place for love itself to meet,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Filling
the spectrum between shout and gasp,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">An
omnipresent spot or endless street<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where
all oppositions bow to the one<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
presence proves everyone wrong, his feet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">See
their shadow trample upon the sun,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
illimitable darkness of light <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Outshining
above and below the run<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
gravity, hear their steps in the night<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stalking
the spirals of a lost thought’s ear<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like
a panther nonpareil in whose sight<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You
will no more protect what never was.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br clear="all" style="break-before: page; mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" />
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4:
<i>and none can measure You</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She
felt like counting things, went to the sea,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Spent
three days there numbering the waves,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Seventeen
thousand eight hundred and three,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
then to a desert, among the caves<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Within
a centimeter of sand where <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dance
grains of void like dusty crystal graves<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Containing
only themselves, what is there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Truth
is—heard in dream—the truth is a tree,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
whole slow bomb branching into the air<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
one worlds writing now by dreaming we<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Asleep
in the signature all over <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lining
the art of petals such as these,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
ones sewn into beloved lovers<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
life’s full zero of the human form.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Number
it as long as you can hover<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here,
daring once to unswallow the worm<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
seeable spheres sprouting from a point<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By
falling in fronds unto their own germ,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
fail to fail to stop before the joint<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
soul and body suddenly sunders<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
a dark flurry of stars at flash point.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not
a deity can tally the hairs<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
this—one’s very own—head, not one god<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Flames
not into being by sparks that dare<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
swerve wheresoever spirit will nod,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sewing
by seeing the shape of things bleed<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alive
into fresh forms perfectly odd,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Born
by chance more necessary than need.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So
full all place is with things never found,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Intersections
of all with all which seed<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
silent explosion the starry ground<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So
deep to carry my hands even here<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
your heart-eyes for a moment unbound<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
so light to unclose the furthest near<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like
a banner rainbowing in the mind. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For
example, in iridescent tear<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Shed
the skin snakelike from my face, designed<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By
predawn in a sleep pattern bluer<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Than
the purest lazurite ever mined<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
cupped as a double crystal ewer<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like
old interlocking hands of a man<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
sight pours silence into the viewer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Truly
no ruling shall there be nor plan<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
this one and only reality,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Never
a marking of its endless span<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Beginningless,
far too present to see,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
still just like that our appointment<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is
kept, arriving my breath to where she<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Waits,
filling the ink of night with her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br clear="all" style="break-before: page; mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" />
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5:
<i>You are without color</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
thousand yesses to all that transpires<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Upon
this sphere infinite where we crawl<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like
ants spying the path of their desire<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until
today the curve of the whole ball<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Carries
my heart into the first first dawn <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
hue memory will never recall <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(Goldening
green eye of the Amazon).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Show
me a mirror that does not reflect,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Refuse
the force whereby a breath is drawn,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lock
someone’s corpse never to genuflect<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Before
mind, energy, matter, the whole <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Massive
mess moving totally unchecked,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Charioteering
itself like a soul<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Across
the curve of all continua.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Everything
here burning is in that coal<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
brightest ever black as Siddartha<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Waking
up and seeing the world anew<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So
good luck voting here other than yea,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Appearing
elsewhere than in the pale dew<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
motherless birth like a falling word<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or
moth-wing flaming the sun’s light from view.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">At
what point in whatever story heard<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Has
any of it made the slightest sense<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or
single truth-drop from the cloud emerged<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Other
than unknowing’s own turbulence,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Something
like the pure tint of this color <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Out
of space, a most ultimate presence<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sweetened
inside bewilderment’s dolor?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not
beings but fatal contradiction<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We
are, latest singular plural spore <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
lives scarring the corpus with fiction,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Shadowing
in ever-expanding gloss<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That
text unseen, yet felt, without diction,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
echoing sport of children across</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
day’s darkening oceanic skies. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">See
the impossibility of loss,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Take
and read the total zero of whys,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
infinite sum of points escaping<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Everywhere
from your dreaming, unborn eyes<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As
if the one behind all creating<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is
simply the pupil’s simplemost act<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
missing the moment of its shaping.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Something
that nothing will ever distract,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
person so spontaneously friend<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now
friendlier than the friendliest fact<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
original friendship without end<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Right
in the middle of every movie<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Suddenly
taking life by the left hand<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
walk straight out of this void cinema.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">6:
without expression</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As
the boulder he and his beloved<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Are
climbing at once begins to give way,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Rolls
back crushing soon their small bodies dead,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
twists as if somehow to shield her clay<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With
his, curl space beyond the weight of dust,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pressing
gravity this once to obey<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
will other than its own heavy lust. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Can
you fathom the secret of their smile<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
that total moment of helpless trust<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When
universe, contracted to a trial<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
instant spirit, with nowhere to flow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Save
through itself, unfolds a new while<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Neither
temporal, eternal, or now<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Blazing
to gold the ash of all words?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Help
me to hug that love, to be not vow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whatever
alone knows silence, as birds<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
moment musicking in nearfarness<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
sweet raw scent erasing the deaf herds<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
noise still demanding just less and less<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
a more and more available free <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Among
palms who labor first to confess. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Time
is not much—do not ask—like a key<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
no door, nor to mention any state<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
save you from life or death which can’t be <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Regardless,
simply a sense of breath, fate,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If
you will, some mist of dream on the glass<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Murmuring
echoes back where we await<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thoughts
stirring in the diorama grass.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Some
days immutable so full of light<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
strange like speaking in tongues to the gas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose
souls we once were in unearthly night<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Already
too long after the first sound<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By
saying nothing produced the big plight<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
being others, not one but we, bound<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By
birth into cosmic history.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Others
so heavy with some ancient wound,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unable
to respire the mystery,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only
boring horror of me hanging<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As
brain or hookbait of self-puppetry<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Signifying
nothing—muffled panting<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
the heart needing water not vapor<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Trapped
in required facemasks of ranting. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So
the next day spent burning this taper<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Fly
the whole world upon smoke unsaying<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whatever
ink can shadow on paper,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let
all the drones of silent prayers praying<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Themselves
until the end of ends swallows <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
tongue express what truth is conveying<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Without
pressing lips to flute, snake to ear.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">7:
without form</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Those
beautiful hands Saint Teresa saw,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Same
ones each breath holding all our hearts,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Conducing
crystal to leaf, limb to claw,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Midwifing
birth’s whole into body parts,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Move
here themselves exactly as they wish,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not
unlike an atom’s flow into quartz<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or
the swirl of seas into fins of fish. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whatever
wondrous thing this is, neither<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
nor that and both (query Ramakrish-<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">na),
wherever one folds between breather<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
breath the line of one’s own living who,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It
is what it is and, yes, not either,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Forever
an X for him, her, me, you <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
fathom alone wherein silence drowns. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is
there something to be, someone to do,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In
the daily masquerade of sad clowns,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mad
heroes, and bad sages, idiot<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Slave-porters
all to painted leaden gowns<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With
masks unhiding faces hideous,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or,
in deserts wild where unnamed flowers<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">People
the sun with thoughts mysterious?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No
directions lead to the sudden hours<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where
the whole shape of life’s monstrous circle<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Feels
to fall itself in unseen showers<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Landing
in my mind’s lap like some purple <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Skin
of ouroboros shed around dawn<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By
the still centrifuge universal <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until
I understand and it is gone. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Give
yourself a name, sex, now run ahead<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
place the stiff neck of that tiny pawn<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unpromotable
to king on the red<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Line
of any guillotine’s little moon<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Because
everyone both living and dead<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is
dying to fly from the dark cocoon<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
your cosmos into our home of homes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Planlessly
plan to meet me yourself soon<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On
a shoreless shore where the ocean foams <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bubbles
sweet as spittle from Krishna’s flute<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or
upon primordial plains where roams<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only
love’s sigh bearing scent of the fruit<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of
paradise, or elsewhere wherever<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You
want because to here there is no route.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Walking
down the street today I never <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">See
anyone anything anywhere<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until
one far more circumspect ever <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Appears
right in the middle of a prayer<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Silently
there sculpting the wild wind<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Into
waves of sight and shadows of hair<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Darker
than darkness and lighter than light. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">8: and without attributes</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A light shirt woven of your signature</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is the one my naked heart wants to wear<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In this darker celestial color<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And living texture of something’s hair<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With the weight of a warm feeling or thought<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Interested in everything without care<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To breathe between all that is and is not.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Colder than today have you ever felt<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the people-less world of people fraught<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With mirror-forms frightful that live to melt<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Under the tongue of one’s own siren gaze<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Spitting breath’s spice to the asteroid belt<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of history’s tomorrows, that flat maze<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or screen whose blade now beheads Earth’s children?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The only god who will save us—O rays<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of my real eyes neither seen nor hidden!—<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is the one one now is, <i>this that</i> no one<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Seems willing to face in the lion’s den<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of your own lion-soul or soul-cave sun<sub><o:p></o:p></sub></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Blindingly brighter than all daily dreams<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And beaming from the ears of everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thread myself like zero into the seams<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of the garment of garments, God’s rainbow<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of flying sky whose silent freedom beams<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In all directions or none with the glow<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of becoming whatsoever it may<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And is and will be forever ago<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The simply true happiness here to stay.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or wait—while the thing-counting never stops<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adding un-verses to none—let me sway<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like a tear swimming itself in the drops<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of light that cannot escape your pupil<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In some pink sunset drowning the rooftops<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Up through the gravity unusual<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or smile sometimes known as anagogy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One day (says heart with sweet mouths quadruple<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Aping the tetragrammatology<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of causes unsaying its own event),<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One day the time of speleology,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of downclimbing the cave of time’s descent<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Will uncoil itself as a butterfly<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Surprised by its spontaneous ascent.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Since from the beginning of the first why<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or unplace of all places glimpsed unseen<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To the final it, passing through each eye<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Shut tightest on itself or piercing keen<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As an eagle’s, this one spot has it all,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A knot of blue and white and brown and green<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where right now no world has ever been known. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">9: <i>You are unlimited and unfathomable</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As they scribbled with the friend about scars<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of the horizon, more and more was said<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Than known and vice-versa; words like stars<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cut themselves from void, burning to be read<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By a few disjointed no ones who feel<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That everything alive is beyond dead<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And more than any mind may observe, real.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To die in secret is the life, unheard<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Outside boundless silence who feels the deal<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In all directions since the first sigh stirred<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Your waters of sleep the way it pleases<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To be what things are really like, absurd<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or flooded with form that never freezes<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Swallowing all on the way to nowhere. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now one more reason to love the breezes<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That breathe upon the temples of your hair<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose priestesses sweeter than the honey<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dropping unseen on their own heart-tongues’ prayer <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sway as lions to drive off the money<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Changers, thieves of blood who have no business<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Near the pure pulse of something so funny. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No one will ever stop laughing at this<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Which nor can be indicated as that—<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A wild abyss of mountains of such bliss<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As is hardly felt living on the flats<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or in cities dense with desire’s pain,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only closer to the sea habitats<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of Andean stones singing in the rain.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What I mean is that the entire world<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of everything (all) is totally vain<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or simply the shadow of a dance whirled<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of itself by God hanging round your neck<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In cords out of life-creating cuts twirled<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Down to the diameter of a speck<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose color dots the pupil of image.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If at some moment on this mountain trek<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">All strength stumbles before the vast mirage<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And the bubble of breath drowns in the blur,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do not think that you are not the mad mage<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whose spell is causing all stuff to occur<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or that somehow anyone arrives here<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Else than from here, the future where we were.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">O bewildering whisper of the ear<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Speaking all truth in a spiral of spots<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Still-staying faster than the speed I hear<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Passing time by through a series of knots<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Each nested in the other yet somehow<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Shortcutting the circuit of endless thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How on earth to face whatever you are?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-87267809643114398802021-04-04T10:33:00.008-04:002021-04-04T13:42:16.933-04:00Unhappiness Explained: On Vicious Vibrations, Spy-Being, and Other Impediments to Who You Really Are<div class="separator"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkNjuGvk1FZh6AZogazDZxK1scGEeEsecHwYYkoiyWSolD48PPJDKDKxq31ht1W9umdLf6Jud6v3YK0csZ56-8ArYsPO13TNJXdHniIIQHqgNjNM5iS5-SbHW63ufRoqsyL1f7Q/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="552" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkNjuGvk1FZh6AZogazDZxK1scGEeEsecHwYYkoiyWSolD48PPJDKDKxq31ht1W9umdLf6Jud6v3YK0csZ56-8ArYsPO13TNJXdHniIIQHqgNjNM5iS5-SbHW63ufRoqsyL1f7Q/w640-h352/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">[the following is a t</span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">ranscription of a talk given by Vernon Howard on March 12, 1988]</span></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unhappiness is very easily explained. And I
want you to listen to the explanation of why you are jittery and nervous and
have never come to rest, like the airplane that can’t find the landing field.
You are unhappy because you are doing the wrong thing with your life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now you want to know what the right thing is.
No you don’t. Because the right thing to do with your life has been in front of
you all your life and you have refused it. I tell you in these classes, over
the years, the right thing to do, which is to go against your habitual nature,
and you don’t do it because you take it <i>as a threat to your happiness</i>,
which you never had in the first place. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The first right thing to do with your life, in
order to dismiss any form of anxiety and suffering and tears, the first thing
to know is that you are in love with an image of yourself—and that’s it. You
have clung to it throughout all the truths that have strayed your way. You’ve
hung on to the picture of yourself, to your habitual reactions, you’ve hung on
to those simply because you didn’t know any better. And after this talk you
will no longer have any excuse for being unhappy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you refuse the lessons, again the lessons,
if you refuse them then you are refusing the chance you have to transform your
nature, a nature that you can’t live without and can’t live with. You can be
happy when you have explored and gone to the very very very end of the fact
that <i>you</i> can’t be happy at all. You have lived with you, which is the
perfect abiding, clinging evidence that you as you are right now in this room
can never be happy because <i>you</i> are the essence of unhappiness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The only thing you can you, the only thing,
the only thing you can do with this unhappy nature is not improve it a little
bit, not to put a shield over it so the arrows can’t hit and wound you, the
only thing you can actually do is <i>replace</i> <i>your nature</i>. And do you
know that there is a little bit inside of you that wants to do that, but it doesn’t
have a chance against the rest of you? You’re tired, and you know you’re tired,
but then you spoil it all by falling in love with your weariness! Because to
you it represents continuity, it represents assurance of your existence. It
doesn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You do not have a real
existence right now, not a higher existence. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now I am going to tell you what you do have.
You have it in place of this new nature, the spiritual self, the godly being
that you could have, and I want you to have it, and I want you to use this talk
in order to have it, and I want you to get in love with the truth that you are
hearing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You must replace what you are now living from.
That replacement comes by long hard work, for you to discover what you are
substituting in place of authentic self-command, self-happiness,
self-contentment. You know something? You are <i>very afraid</i> to get
content. And I mean and I want you to see it. The last thing you want is to be
satisfied, soulfully, spiritually satisfied. Because in your distorted thinking,
peace, contentment, quietness represents something awful! “I don’t want to be
peaceful, I don’t want to be quiet, I don’t want to be in command. I want
excitement! That’s what I want. Don’t you dare, don’t you offer me anything but
vibrations.” Welcome to them. You’ve got them. They command you, they control
you, and they torment you. Yes. Try to get out of that. There is not one of you
in this room that can even begin to get out of that because your own pain tells
you that it is the truth. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vicious vibrations. You know what it means to
be vicious: wild, hard, cruel, aggressive. Vibrations: physically, emotions,
always chasing somewhere. You, you – I’m talking physically now, I’m not
talking about the spirit – you can’t even stay home and enjoy yourself, you can’t
stay home, you’ve got to go out and go somewhere. Always on the run. You make
up reasons for shopping, and spend money you shouldn’t have spent, make up
reasons for calling on people, just going somewhere. One of the worst things
you can think of is to stay home by yourself and confront what has happened to
you. You can’t take it. Well you had better start and you better start now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Back to vicious vibrations. You know what they
are. See when I say that, what I did was give you two words that fit together very
nicely and now you can use those words, you can use them to see that it’s quite
an accurate description <i>of your secret private life</i>, the one you live
all alone with yourself and even your wife and your husband, your brothers or
sisters or parents or children, even they don’t know what’s going on, but you
do. You know what’s happening inside of you. You know how you repressed that
sarcastic remark that you wanted to say, you suppressed it, pushed it down,
that’s a vicious vibration. Sorrow, sadness, just plain heaviness and gloom,
that’s a vicious vibration, and you say, “this is great I’ve always got something
to think about, which is my problems, don’t you dare take away those vicious vibrations
or I won’t know what to do with myself!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The purpose of your life here on earth is to
NOT know what you are doing with yourself. So that you are <i>absolutely
delighted</i> to let the traumas and the griefs and the weepings and the pride
fall away and not vibrate you anymore. Isn’t it – come on, what word would you
like to use? How about ‘wackedly weird’? Not a bad one, right? It is wackedly weird
for any man or woman – I’ve already told you you are included, it is wackedly
weird for any man or woman to just like carelessly, ignorantly, and <i>dangerously</i>,
dangerously – you don’t now what danger you are in, but you sure sense it. You
are worried at the next, evil, vicious thing you are going to do to yourself, aren’t
you? Yes you are. You listen to this talk and that’ll clear that away. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why would anyone be so weirdly wacky, wicked
as to use emotional outbursts, uprisings of aggressiveness, hatred, why would
anyone choose to settle down in that sort of a horrible life in which you give
to your spouse what you are and you are not even ashamed of it! You are not
even ashamed of it! As a matter of fact you’re proud, you’re glad! You men, you
get a sense of power, don’t you, over the way you treat that woman. You get a
sense of being a man. You’re not a man. You are miserable wretch for what you do
to her and she knows it. She has her problems too and she can’t understand
them. I’m talking to you men and especially right now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vibrations. Why do you have them, live with
them? I will tell you why, and you men listen to this. Because any lazy human
being can submit to being controlled by vicious vibrations. No work involved!
Since you were a little kid you picked those up down at the playground, at
grammar school, picked them up, everybody else did the same thing, everybody
throwing rocks at each other, tattling on each other, hurting on each other. By
the time you were five years old you looked around, “well, this is the way of
life, this is the way it is.” Of course no one ever told you any different
because no one knew any different, your parents didn’t know any different.
Religionists didn’t know any different. Nobody knew any different, cause you
even sensed those adults, those big six feet tall men and those women, all the
teachers and all the adults around you, you knew they were in trouble and that
scared you, because you had no good guide to look to, you were thrown back on yourself
so you took the only course of action you had, which is to fall into the
trampling parade, the mob marching down the street, everyone out of step with
everyone else and poking at each other, criticizing each other, and taking
neurotic pleasure out of it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why would – the question, for about the fifth
time now – why would anyone choose to remain, as miserable as it is, remain
sitting back and being a grand critic of life, feeling superior, and then the
next second feeling inferior, and not understanding either one? I’ll give you
the answer to the question now. People live with this kind of an interior
storm, hurricane, they live with it because it gives them an illusion of going
someplace and doing something. The space is filled up. You are in it. You <i>are</i>
it. The easiest, weakest, thing that you could do, among other weak and sick
things, is just let wickedness and vicious vibrations do what it wants to do
with you, and it does.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">See, you know as I am talking to you I am
watching my own mind, watching my own reactions, listening to my own words, and
I know what happens when I make a statement like that, that you just like to
sit back and let wickedness rule and ruin your life. I know first of all that it
is an absolute fact and I also know that you know it is an absolute fact. Not
that you’ve faced it. But you know it is, because you are the sufferer. And
anguish is a pressure, isn’t it? When was the last time, would it be ten
minutes ago, when you lashed out at someone, with your tongue or in your mind?
Mostly in your mind. When’s the last time you blasted someone? When’s the last
time you made someone feel nervous and uncomfortable? When’s the last time you
caused pain in another human being, because you are a neurotic human being? I
am asking you a question, an extremely practical one. Because the pain that you
give to that other person is the pain that you, that you first feel,
experience, and suffer from. Whatever you give to the other person you have first
given to yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now I ask you the question, why would you
endure it? You endure it because you don’t know anything better, and in this
talk today you will hear something better and again you’ll have no excuse, you
will never again have any excuse for being cruel to anyone, for making those
little smart remarks, those arrogant glances. No more excuses for anyone after
this talk. Don’t <i>take</i> excuses. You make a right choice for what you are
going to do with what you are hearing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now I’ll explain more about vicious
vibrations. When you are troubled, either attacking someone else or attacking
yourself, which is what anguish and agony is – agony is self-attack. Now look
at it that way for a change, instead of glorifying it, instead of blaming
someone for hurting your precious darling feelings. Grow up and take responsibility
for the way you feel because you are responsible. Any violation of that law and
you will be punished as you have been. Now is the chance to break the
punishment by no longer violating the law, the law that you are supposed to be
a good person and not a bad person. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When things are all jumbled and clashing and
smashing inside, you take a false sense of I/self/me/identity, you take that
and connect it to the emotional upset. Someone disappoints you, someone lets
you down, someone betrays you, you get an emotional impact from it. Oh it
hurts, heartache, you wanna blab to someone, you want to put your troubles on
to them, which you always do, because you have no conscience. You won’t bear it
alone, you’ve got to dilute it, which means that you’ll never get rid of it,
you’ll never get rid of it in the right way of getting rid of it, because that’s
part of your pleasure to pass it on, “oh see how much I suffer.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You have the hurricane going on inside of you
because the world didn’t treat you the way you demanded that it should, didn’t get
the raise, didn’t get this or that. And when this comes, the neurotic
self-deceitful mind sees an opportunity. It sees the opportunity to join a
partner in crime. Guess who is the victim of the crime? You are. Because you
are careless with your mind. When’s the last time you sat down and said, I am
going to understand how my mind works? Never, never! You are 30, 80, how old
are you? You have never once sat down and said I am going to understand what’s
going on up there! That’s the problem. And that’s why you have a problem. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You are going to have to get a lot smarter
than you have been. You are going to have to allow an affection for your own
life to enter. If you don’t have affection for your life it’ll just stay the
way it is, only get worse. You won’t make a turn in the opposite direction. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So you have the shock, tears, anger, rage, you
have that, and the mind says, hah here’s a chance for me to remain in charge of
this person. See, there’s so many things – every point I make something else
has to be explained. For example, the absolute domination of evil spirits
straight from hell over the multitudes of human beings on Earth. You can at
least take that little one and connect it with what I am going to say next. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Evil forces, which are hurtful forces, which
want only destruction for mankind, and for you as an individual, when they see
you being so shallow, so immature, so childish, so self-centered, as to want to
get a <i>thrill</i> from life, one thrill after another, one vicious vibration
after another, when they see you make that choice, they rejoice. I’ll tell you,
there’s rejoicing both in heaven and there is rejoicing in hell. In this case,
down there in the hot place, they ring the bells down there too, “we’ve got
another sucker, he’s fallen for it again.” And here’s what that means.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It means that you have a mere belief that you
are you. You’re not that physical self. See, the real you can endure,
permanently, throughout eternity. The physical self isn’t. You don’t want to be
your physical body all the time, do you? It doesn’t work that way. It works in <i>another</i>
way. And I am telling you about that other way. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Misbelieving, calling yourself a great man or
a failure or a sinner or a saint, this becomes a point of identity, of you
telling yourself who you are. And then, when troubles come up, the hurricane strikes,
and the marriage goes shaky, the friendship, the love affair falls apart, the
security program dissolves, when that happens, the false me, the false I says, “ah,
this man, this woman isn’t going to have a chance to use this to wake up, which
he could do, because I am going to fool him. I am going to tell that man, I am
going to tell that woman, that when they suffer, that is a marvelous experience.”
And you – c’mon do a little work – look how much he cares, all that balling,
see how righteous he is for that social cause, how he wants only betterment for
everyone on earth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Don’t you think – please agree with this – don’t
you think you’ve fallen for it once too often? Don’t you think you should have
stopped it a number of years ago? Why have you wasted your life? Don’t you go
out of here and waste it again now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Point: when you combine neurosis in the mind
and neurosis in the emotions you get an enormously powerful point, a false point,
a false power. You get something – o don’t miss this. The combination of two
sicknesses combining in criminal conspiracy, the two of them give you a <i>feeling</i>
of existence, cause you’ve said, I am experiencing great pain, I am the victim
of other people, on and on and on and on. This gives you a false sense of
security. You have chosen a false sense of security because now what you can do
to keep yourself going, which is false to begin with, what you can do to keep yourself
going is to put yourself in a position where you will be persecuted even more.
That woman who has been battered by four men in a row, she is looking for the
fifth man who will batter her. You have got to look, and I suggest you do it
now, for your favorite neurotic tricks and traps whereby you feel <i>secure in
sin</i>, feel secure. “No questions. I’ve got all the answers. It’s a vicious
world out there, and I’ve got to fight it. I’ve got to protect myself from it” –
and get this for the maximum of neurotic psychopathery – “I’ve got to <i>correct</i>
that sick world out there, that world with all its neurotic vibrations, <i>I</i>
have got to do something, I’ve got to become a leader of society, I’ve got to
write best-selling books that’ll straighten people out.” I, I, I.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No wonder you live from one anxiety to the
next. And I am going to give you something awful simple, but you had better
take it as profound: If you don’t continue to hear more about what you are hearing
today, if you go out of here and neglect it, or refuse it, you will simply have
guaranteed for yourself a life of horror. And I’ll tell you something worse
than that: if you don’t listen, absorb, and want to come here, yes here – you’re
not going to hear it anywhere else; they are all going to lie to you out there,
they are all going to lie to you, and if you prefer lies you can go there and
be lied to – unless you come here, you will never never ever really truly know what
it means to have communion with God, you will never know what it means to have
an authentic spiritual life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You don’t like to be cheated out of money, do
you? You don’t like anyone to cheat you in repairing your car, or repairing
your home. You don’t like to be cheated in anyway at all. You want to get work
for the money you paid, right? And yet you are seated here in this room on a Saturday
afternoon without the slightest realization of how you have just sat back and
dozed in the chair of life and allowed yourself to be cheated out of
everlasting life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It is really incredible that you have settled.
Now you will snap out of it! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You are not going to snap out of it on your
own, you don’t want to snap out of it. You want to go out of here and find
reasons why you shouldn’t pay attention to what you are hearing in this talk. I
know you. I know everything, I know absolutely everything everyone of you is going
to do when you go out of there. To one degree or another. Some of you are more
receptive than others. But if you have been fighting for your vicious
vibrations, loving them, when you go out of here, that is what you have chosen
for yourself for the future and really you will never ever know what you could
have had. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How could know what a peaceful land is like
when you have deliberately chosen to live in the hurricane country, when you like
the excitement, the movement, you even like to get wounded, and picked up and
carried away, cause then you can say to yourself, “Isn’t life exciting.” That
is a very sick statement to make. It is not exciting, it is tragic. You are
allowing yourself to be carried away by the flood waters, <i>dreaming</i> that
you are being carried to the top of the mountain, where you are going to be
happy. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only the complete replacement of all your
delusions are going to put inside of you a new desire, a new way, a new nature,
which is a lot smarter, a thousand times more smarter, than what has been
putting things over on you. You know something? You don’t know something. What
you don’t know is that evil magician on the stage has been playing all sorts of
skilled tricks on you, entertaining you, while picking your pocket, and you
thought it was a lot of fun. Just wait. After spending an evening in the horror
theatre, with all those wicked magicians, which is life, just wait ‘til you get
home and take a look at your wallet, and your purse, ladies. It’s going to be
empty. It’s empty now. It’s empty because you have been very careless. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Would you please, right now, as a work project
for yourself, define, each of you – c’mon this is something I want you to do now
– I want you each to yourself to define the word, two words, ‘stupid arrogance.’
Would you respond, you can do it and still listen to me, define, explain, what
you think the phrase ‘stupid arrogance’ means. OK? Now, second part, do you
think by one chance in a billion it might be referring to you? Now that part
you don’t like so much. You don’t like truth to get personal with you. That’s
why you love error and falsehood because it never gets personal, that is, it
always gives you the stage performance that you prefer. You think any wicked
magician is going to tell you that he is picking your pocket while he putting
on the act? No, he is going to divert your attention. Your attention has been
diverted by stupid arrogance. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, how many of you have a best friend? How
many have a worst friend? Either one of them knows a load of things about you
that you don’t know about yourself. And you know one thing that they know? They
can define your stupid arrogance. Not that they even want to think about it,
having lived with it for thirty years. See, I think the word ‘stupid’ alone should
get special attention, don’t you? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How many of you have ever had an experience, I
hope I can see a few hands on this, where you – c’mon be very careful now and
don’t be tricked by your interpretation of this – how many of you have ever
understood something, really, that you thought you had already understood? Ever
have that? I’ll tell you, that’s spiritual. Even if it’s only mental, it’s a spiritual
start. You trusted that friend, you trusted that plan, that set of aggressive
ideas, you trusted that dream. Something came along and tripped you, and you
fell down, and it hurt bad and your cried, right? You were aware of your stupidity,
which is intelligence. And isn’t life, come to think of it, just a series of
one awkward sprawling painful trips over something, one after another? Guess – easy
question. You are head of me, I know. Guess who trip over. Yourself, trip over
your own feet, walking along, thinking you are dancing! Crash. And the music
stops and you look around and go into your usual sad act. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You’re uncomfortable because you are like a
spy. You’ve seen good spy stories, haven’t you? What’s a spy do? You’re a spy.
Your outer behavior, even the way you dress, is different from the kind of a person
you are inside. You want people to believe in the outside, don’t you. But you
know you are different inside, up and down, the distance between the two states.
A spy puts on fancy clothes, he is going to steal the secrets of another
country, and he is getting paid for it. You think that you are going to get
paid for being a spy. No no, you are going to be betrayed by the people who
hired you. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you know? Maybe you don’t know whose been
hiring you and who is going to give you counterfeit money at the end of your
arduous painful miserable service. You are going to get paid by hell. There’s
no better word than that. Hell is symbolic of everything that is hot and
undesirable, that’s condemning. That’s what you’ve been paid for, that’s why
you get hot all the time, cause that’s where you are living. You can rise at
least one foot above the floor of hell during this talk. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But the spy, he goes to the foreign country
and of course the minute his airplane lands there and he starts walking around,
oh, you come into the room here, you go to work, you go anywhere, you go to the
party, when you go into the room, aren’t you conscious of everyone looking at
you? A lot of people look at you, you come in, and then you interpret what they
look like, “I got my rose on upside down, shoes on the wrong feet.” No wonder
you fall down you’ve got your shoes on the wrong feet. So he goes to the country
– we’ll make this a good story, a revealing story, I’m talking about you, you’re
the spy, your spouse sees through you of course, and you know it’s a conspiracy
between the two of you to keep it between the two of you. You have got, listen,
when you stand before judgment day you stand all alone. And judgment day is
every second, every second in this room that you have been here is judgment day
for you. Anyway, the spy goes to the embassy and to his great dismay he is placed
at the big dining table, big fancy embassy – the government they can spend all
the money they want for their big fancy balls and banquets – and the spy is set
between to colonels. Uh oh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am giving you symbolism of your daily excursion
into the world. And while he is chatting amiably, one side and then then other,
and smiling, playing his role to perfection – he’s been briefed, briefed? he’s
gone to spy school, and some people have their own inner-built spy school, in
which they plan what they are going to say, how they are going to appear to
someone else. Have I hit home on that one? Yes I have. He comes, and he is sitting
between the two men and he plays his role. All the time he is nervous, he is nervous
because he is a fake. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You are uncomfortable because you are unreal. And
sometimes the situation gets out of hand, worse than that, gets out of foot,
gets out of everything. You flop. Here’s what happens – this is symbolic, but
you know what happens – the moustache begins to slip, didn’t put enough glue on
it, so he’s pretending he’s rubbing it a little bit, he’s pushing it back,
finally gets it on a little, crooked moustache, a moustache doesn’t grow that
way. Oh and this will hit home, he says something in a casual conversation that
he shouldn’t have said. He’s gives away a little bit of information about his
home country that only the country that he is in now understood and knew about
and therefore how would he a citizen of this country even know about that. He slipped.
He gave himself away. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And oh have you had this experience, as a matter
of fact most of you have had it while this talk is going on, if you could have
seen it. He makes the slip, and he freezes with horror at what he heard himself
say. How many have had that experience? <i>Could I have done that? </i>It may
have been so awful, so utterly stupid, that you didn’t even want to see it at
the time, you wanted to put your hands over year head and sink through the floor
and get away, right? But it persisted all the way home from the party you were
at and finally when you get home it hit you with all the magnitude of its
horror. <i>How could a nice, dignified, pleasant, cultured person like me have
ever blurted that out? </i>That self-questioning could be used. Did you? It’s
up to you to answer whether you used it or not. But you get home and you suddenly
remember what you said. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now I am going to go in a certain direction at
this point, because I know how you are tormented by thoughts like that. And I
am going to tell you how to be free of them. I could tell you 50 ways how to get
free of them, but we have time for only just a couple. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The next time you blurt out something that
only a dignified person would say, I don’t want you to do what I explained much
earlier in the talk about getting an emotion, a disastrous feeling of wounded
thought and mood, I don’t want you to have a painful experience inside and <i>then
bring yourself into it</i>. It didn’t happen when you get home, it happened
back there. You have to understand what it means to leave the experience back
there and <i>not take it home with you</i>. But you want to take it home with
you and suffer from it and have a sleepless night because now you can be the
center of your own life and the center of your own life is the center of the
entire universe! <i>How marvelous! Look who I am, surrounded by myself. </i>Surrounded
by as many mangling moods as I want to enter in, I can always believe in myself.
You are not believing in yourself. You are believing in something that has no
existence at all. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And oh what a dangerous enemy the word ‘belief’
is. You put that down somewhere and consider the grief you had because you <i>believed</i>
in something. You don’t have to believe in anything. You just have to get the
facts, such as you are doing right now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But the spy is there, jittery – oh here we go
again, we are going to bring you into the talk again – jittery and wondering
when he is going to get exposed as the faker, as the spy that he is. You are
worried, aren’t you? The reason you are worried is because you are a spy. The
reason you are a spy is because you are spiritually infantile. And the reason
you stay spiritual infantile is because you won’t dedicate yourself to
understanding yourself, your mind. You can understand why every single disaster
happens to you. If you don’t understand it they will continue to happen. If you
do understand them, that begins to break, shatter, their power. And what takes
the place of their false power is the true power of your true nature. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then you can go <i>anywhere</i>, not as a spy
anymore, but as someone who is real. You don’t have to try to get things from
other people, you don’t have to impress them, you don’t have to figure out just
how should I talk and behave in order to make a good impression on them, you don’t
have to do that at all. You can just relax and be real, because you’ve got everything
you want from the heavenly world, you don’t need a single thing from that
world. <i>That</i> is what it means to be in command of the whole world.
Because God is in command of himself. God is in command of heaven. He sends a
bit of that heaven down to you and you become in command of yourself. Nothing
lower than that heavenly command can come up and thwart you or hurt you
anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Be who you really are. There is a way to do
that. Spend all the next days and months and years in discovering your real
nature. That’s all you have to do. It can be done. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Good afternoon. </span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulg1yrj8E3bC6X3aZY95YAzFBEGqpoJnkPNipB5bXtY3WHQS9WkqY0KlXtYe5EzR7T7VrGJeZagyqeCKWc8AkGoLazjFa2V-2QmPorGNqzsM6DuPjg7SIu4ugQatcOrrUa8PvAQ/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="525" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulg1yrj8E3bC6X3aZY95YAzFBEGqpoJnkPNipB5bXtY3WHQS9WkqY0KlXtYe5EzR7T7VrGJeZagyqeCKWc8AkGoLazjFa2V-2QmPorGNqzsM6DuPjg7SIu4ugQatcOrrUa8PvAQ/w640-h368/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-77951016374331310992021-03-19T16:23:00.000-04:002021-03-19T16:23:31.390-04:00Waiting to Wait<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">[T]his whole time,
which to us seems so long while it is rolling along, is really a moment [<i>punctum</i>].
Whatever has an end is not long. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Augustine, <i>Ennarationes in Psalmos<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And since it seems
a time for waiting [<i>aspettare</i>] . . . All our troubles, if we carefully
seek out their source, derive in some way from not knowing how to make a proper
use of time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: right;"><span lang="IT"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wait. I can’t wait. Thank you for waiting.
The common experience and concept of waiting falls on its sense of being something
that you, oneself, must undergo. The gravity of waiting (the wait of being) presents
itself as something to be borne, undergone, avoided or endured. Whatever or
whoever one waits for, however patiently or impatiently, selfishly or
unselfishly, purely or impurely, it is hard to shake the feeling that it is <i>I</i>
who waits, on behalf of me, for myself. Yes, we wait for, with, and are asked/made
to wait by, others, but it seems that it is always we who wait, the ones
waiting. There is a good dose of pretense, dishonesty, and perverse pleasure in
the weight of waiting—performance of imposition, fear of silence and/or time,
refusal of self-reliance, need for attention/distraction, resentment and
restlessness of all kinds. Why can you just wait? And there is also space for
joy, as when what is waited for is so great that you might be in heaven waiting
forever. But whether you cannot stand waiting or are too happy to, one is still
waiting. There seems no way around it. And yet . . . <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I would like something
different, a kind or degree or waiting that starts by escaping the boring/excited
me-ness of waiting, an order of waiting that offers at once the best and the
worst way to wait, as per the three-fold meaning of my title, which carries: a)
the flat sense of superadded waiting, waiting only to wait more, where <i>to </i>refers
infinitively to the activity one is waiting for; b) the intensive sense of
waiting as means of its own end, where <i>to</i> signifies the instrumentality
of action (in order to, so as to); and c) the paradoxical sense of waiting that
does not wait at all precisely by deferring or postponing it, that waits to wait,
waiting yet not yet. Waiting to wait in this triple way is conceivable as a
form of <i>eternal</i> waiting, keeping in mind the word’s double reference to
the timeless and the sempiternal, now and forever. Tying together, like head
and tail of the ouroboros, a waiting that never ends and a waiting that never
begins, eternal waiting unites the opposite senses of <i>waiting to wait</i>
around the middle sense of the present moment of waiting <i>per se</i>. As the
anagogic sense of medieval exegesis proverbially gives a ‘foretaste [<i>praegustus</i>]<i>
</i>of paradise’, finding in the suspended moment of reading the palpable
presence of a truth or reality that is non-futurally to come, so do I
anticipate this <i>waiting to wait</i>, not as something that need ever arrive
from anywhere else, but as the direct elevation of simple waiting, a flight of
the ground where waiting waits. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Nicola Masciandarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23069933.post-21830406760885097082019-08-30T15:29:00.001-04:002023-03-28T14:39:45.901-04:00No One Can Tell: On the Divine Style of Meher Baba<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s all rotten. I
feel it in the air and in the people frightened and starving huddled in a
crowd. But I believe that in the depths of rottenness there exists—green sparkling
redeeming and promised-land—in the depths of the dark rottenness there shines
clear and captivating the Great Emerald. The Great Pleasure. But why this
desire and hunger for pleasure? Because pleasure is the height of the
truthfulness of a being. It’s the only struggle against death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We eat food . . . to
build up our body, and we engage in this process (of eating and body building)
quite willingly and with great pleasure. Nor do we shed tears over that portion
of the food which we throw out in the form of excrement, <i>nark</i>. Do we cry
at all over the destruction of the food which we have brought about? Not a bit.
Why, we never give it a thought, the very idea never occurs to us. Then why on
earth should we shed tears and weep and wail when the body, which is merely
food for the soul, is cast off at death? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But whether we choose life for the sake of
pleasure or pleasure for the sake of life is a question we may dismiss for the
present. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pleasure (from <i>*pl(e)hk-</i> ‘to agree,
be pleasant’) concerns what pleases, is agreeable, that which you like. Defined
by Aristotle as “an unimpeded activity [<i>energeia</i>] of a natural state” (<i>Ethics</i>)
and by Plato as the process [<i>genesis</i>] of restoring or returning to one’s
“natural state” or “own true nature” (<i>Philebus</i>), pleasure is not any
specific thing, just as “there is no one thing that is always pleasant, because
our nature is not simple . . . inasmuch we are perishable creatures”
(Aristotle, <i>Ethics</i>). Rather pleasure, ambivalently indistinguishable
from the nature and feeling of being—”And what is natural is pleasant; and all
pursue their natural pleasure” (Aristotle, <i>History of Animals</i>)—is a
complex, manifold unity that bears a special connection to desire, the body,
similitude, and decay. This complexity is reflected in the word <i>like</i>
(from <i>*lik-</i> ‘body, form; like, same’), source of the adverbial ending <i>-ly</i>
(whereas the Romanic languages express manner of action in reference to mind, <i>-mente</i>),
which in Old English also signifies a corpse (<i>līċ</i>). Like likes like. Pleasure
is something you naturally desire, something felt in a body (gross, subtle,
and/or mental), something resembling something else, and something that passes
away <i>. . . that was great.</i> This full likeness of pleasure seems as
inescapable as oneself, as inevitable as death: “since everything like and akin
to oneself is pleasant, and since every man is himself more like an akin to
himself than anyone else is, it follows that all of us must be more or less
fond of ourselves” (Aristotle, <i>Ethics</i>). So full—too full—and yet totally
empty: “If you dive deep in the realm of thoughts and think seriously for just
a few minutes, you will realise the emptiness of desires. Think of what you
have enjoyed all these years and what you have suffered. All that you have
enjoyed through life is today nil. All that you have suffered through life is
also nothing in the present” (Meher Baba, <i>Discourses</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What can we conspirators of pleasure (“the
people frightened and starving huddled in a crowd”) possibly hope to find by diving
deep into pleasure’s question, this so very ancient, decaying, and decadent
question? What Great Emerald may be found there other than the Great Emptiness?
Or is <i>that</i> the Great Pleasure? And what of our strange delight in the very
question of pleasure, like a hunger feeding bittersweetly on itself, feeling
and knowing full well that it will find nothing, or next to nothing, little else
than whatever taste or <i>saber</i> (from <i>*sep-</i> ‘to taste, perceive’) which
the wisdom and/or stupidity of the question’s own convoluted process might
produce? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A well-known interchange between a wise slave and
his philosopher master is instructive: “After dinner, his stomach troubling
him, he retired to the privy. Aesop stood by with a jug of water, and Xanthus
summoned him: ‘Aesop, can you tell me why, when we retire to defecate, it is often
customary for us to look at our own excrement?’ Aesop replied: ‘According to
the ancients, a sage spent so much time defecating for pleasure that he lost
his wits. Since then people have been afraid of losing their wits and often
look at their excrement. But do not worry, master, for you have no wits’” (<i>Life
of Aesop</i>).<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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It is all rotten. And yet one prefers over and over not to accept pleasure’s emptiness, as the very idea and feeling of pleasure never ceases overflowing with a kind of despairing faith in the ultimate pleasurableness of everything. What to do then but affirm and negate pleasure at once, to go on believing in its infinity and disbelieving in the fullness of one’s grasp of it, to let our ignorance of pleasure—the pretense that we are even capable of it—decay ever further into whatever it will mean to love pleasure as it should it loved, to give ourselves over to pleasure without reserve all the while reserving pleasure for itself? As Meher Baba says, “Really speaking, everywhere in the entire universe is bliss. It is all bliss, bliss and bliss! But poor, ignorant mankind cannot enjoy it, as man does not know how to enjoy it.” Accordingly, this seminar will focus on the relationship between pleasure and decay, not to indulge in lamenting pleasure’s impermanence but in order to decompose the question of pleasure into a vaster rottenness still, the universal decomposition of an infinite still life wherein the endless love lurking in the life’s love of pleasure, like the most beautiful emerald of all, may spontaneously appear:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Baba’s mood changed and he then asked those present, “Have you ever examined what I defecate?” </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Some replied, “Yes,” and some said, “No.” But none could give a description which satisfied Baba. </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">So he himself explained: “You have no idea what my feces contain. In the beginning of creation, I defecated, and all the suns, moons, stars and universes came out. They are all my excrement! But just imagine! When this dirty thing is so beautiful, how can you ever imagine my real splendor? You will lose your senses if you ever see even a glimpse of it.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt;">For each reading, the intellectual and
interpretive strategy to be followed is to decompose the concept of pleasure
away from its bounded determinations, above all its distinction from and
opposition to pain. Who says something is not pleasurable? Who says something
has the power to ruin your delight? “Jesus
and his disciples passed by a dog’s carcass. The disciples said, ‘How foul is
his stench!’ Jesus said, ‘How white are his teeth!’” (<i>Tanbīh al-khawāṭir</i>). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt;">Proceeding chronologically, along the path
of our decline—“The West: sweet-smelling rot, a perfumed corpse” (E. M. Cioran,
<i>The Trouble With Being Born</i>)—we will read from an array of works in a
spontaneous, messy attempt that might allow for some new forms to emerge,
something other than the anticipated orders of pleasure, for as a sage once
said, “Anything you look forward to will destroy you, as it already has.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt;">According to Plotinus, the teeming,
seemingly spontaneous “products of putrefaction are to be traced to the Soul’s
inability to bring some other thing to being” (Enneads). Rot is not privation
or loss but the surplus flow or leakage of the One beyond number into forms
whose vital unity has evaporated or passed away. Likewise, our essential task
will be not to teach pleasure, figure it out, or tell its history, but to twist
like a bookworm at every turn within one’s inability to grasp it, to eat texts
of our ignorance of pleasure, digest them, and see what becomes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12.0pt;">What is that? A green ray?—“It is necessary
to love—to love everything; even what is most revolting. Love is the cruelest,
most difficult of all. Herein, however, lies the Mystery: that which is most revolting
is more likely to melt into love than that which is only half revolting” (Ladislav
Klima).<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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"Mas qué queda realmente por decir, salvo que hay un abismo dentro de mí, un abismo negro, vasto y respirable… –el melodrama de aquello es apabullante" (Rasu-Yong Tugen, Baronesa de Tristeombre, <i>Canciones de la luna negra</i>)<br />
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El melodrama apabullante comienza en el umbral donde todo y nada queda por decirse, donde el pensamiento y el sentir, vacilantes ante su propio abismo, se sostienen a pesar de sí y avanzan musicalmente en todo caso, pálidos y encendidos. El melodrama apabullante pertenece a los afectos de inevitable imposibilidad, al sentimiento de lo que, a la vez, debe y no puede pasar, a la inteligencia que sabe que el miedo es solo el comienzo. Mientras los más oscuros afectos del pensamiento son convencionalmente situados dentro de las emociones negativas, el melodrama apabullante invita a seguir al horror de la filosofía hacia profundidades más oscuras del pensamiento positivo, las más ciertas y brillantes penumbras del amor y del romance.<br />
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Huyendo horrorizado de la seguridad del miedo, el melodrama apabullante ocurre en el mutuo empalidecer [paling] del afecto y el intelecto, en la caída del pensamiento ante aquello que no habrá de sentir y en la zambullida del sentimiento en eso que no puede pensar. En consecuencia, este seminario reflexiona sobre las intersecciones fenomenales entre música, amor y horror, se centra en torno a la gravedad del corazón como órgano de la desesperanza positiva que conduce, solo, a la mente más allá de sí. Como ha escrito Ladislav Klima, “En lo que la mente no cree, el corazón lo hace. Y, al final, el intelecto lo hace también. ¿Qué más le quedaría por hacer?”<br />
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El seminario se desarrollará en las tardes y noches de los días 23, 24 y 25 de abril.<br />
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Día 1. Música: Maravillosa armonía.<br />
Día 2. Amor: Emocionante romance divino.<br />
Día 3. Horror: Espantosas vociferaciones.<br />
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El programa, en las tardes, consiste en la lectura comentada de textos de Agustín de Hipona, Dante Alighieri, Meher Baba, E. M. Cioran, Hadewijch de Amberes, Ladislav Klima, Clarice Lispector, H. P. Lovecraft y Tomás de Cantimpré. En las noches, se presentará y serán discutidas, películas de Dario Argento, Darren Aronofsky, Panos Cosmatos, Amat Escalante, Jonathan Glazer, Werner Herzog, David Lynch, Joël Séria, Douglas Sirk y Andrzej Żuławski.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sonabatque proinde inter
guttur et pectus ejus, quaedam harmonia mirabilis, quam nemo mortalium vel
intelligere posset, vel aliquibus artificiis imitari. Solam flexibilitatem
musicae et tonos ille ejus cantus habebat; verba vero melodiae, ut ita dicam,
si tamen verba dici possunt, incomprehensibiliter
concrepabant. Nulla interim de ore ejus vel naso vox vel anhelitus spiritalis
exibat, sed inter solum pectus et guttur harmonia vocis angelicae
resonabat.</i></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> [Then a wondrous harmony sounded between her throat and her breast
which no mortal man could understand nor could it be imitated by an artificial
instrument. Her song had not only the pliancy and tones of music but also the
words—if thus I might call them—sounded together incomprehensibly. The voice or
spiritual breath, however, did not come out of her mouth or nose, but a harmony
of the angelic voice resounded only from between the breast and the throat.]<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">In this
third stage of Christina’s astonishing activity, the sounding of wondrous
harmony from her quieted body corresponds to the state of the lover in the
mental sphere where “love expresses itself as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">complete resignation to the will of the Beloved.</i>”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> In this state, while still subject
to the abyss of duality separating lover and beloved, “selfishness is utterly
wiped out and there is a far more <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">abundant
release of love in its pure form</i>.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> The increased purity of love
in the mental sphere is seen in the fact that here “only about one-fourth of
the original lust of the gross sphere remains, but it remains in a latent form
without any expression . . . <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not . . .
even subtle expression</i>.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> Here one is free from the “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">possessive longing </i>. . . which is
typical of the lover in the subtle sphere.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To clarify the continuing synthesis
of love and action in this third stage of the saint’s movement, listen to the resonance
between its renunciative musical release and the three criteria of true action defined
above (specularity, intelligence, musicality). First, Christina’s sounding is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">specular</i></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> in the sense of being a reflection of something deeply
beyond-within herself, just as the voice, conveying the verbo-musical image of
divine intelligence, reflects the specularity of angelic being: “The angel is
an image of God. He is a manifestation of the hidden light. He is a mirror.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> She sounds as mirror of the angel, who is mirror of
God, and thus in the act of reflection the selfsame mirror. The wonder of this harmony
is not simply a matter of her becoming its medium, but of the medium of her
body and spirit unfolding into being what is communicated. Such is the moment
of sounding, of her limbs singing all of a sudden from the depths of their own stillness:
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">membris omnibus quiescebat sonabatque
proinde</i> . . . [she became quiet in all her limbs and hence there sounded .
. .] Likewise, action is not only grounded in the agent’s need for
self-disclosure, but in the necessity of spontaneously discovering that one
indeed already is—as per the Nietzschean imperative <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">to become what you are</i>—whatever one’s action is seeking. As Dante
says in the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Convivio</i>, “chi pinge
figura, / se non può esser lei, non la può porre” [he who paints a form, if he
cannot become this form, cannot portray it].</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> And this means not knowing or surrendering all ideas
as to what you are, following the whim of the universal dialectic whose
movement is the essential activity of creation or the universe: “‘Who am I?’ .
. . ‘I am God’.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> As Nietzsche says, “To become what one is, one must
not have the faintest notion <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">what</i> one
is.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> God is the name of the unknown one who is the only answer
to the question of itself. “There was a man. That man had no name, for that man
is God.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Second,
the act of Christina’s sounding is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">intelligent</i>
in the sense of being a freeing of itself from itself. As “all life is an
effort to attain freedom from self-created entanglement,”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> so is the wondrous harmony an effect of letting-go
the effort which brings it forth, a loosening of involvement with her own
members. Everyone is familiar, in one way or another, with the interpenetration
of attainment and surrender, the arrival of striving into its inverse which
forms the moment of fulfillment. Or as Dante’s Virgil explains, “Questa
montagna è tale, / che sempre al cominciar di sotto è grave; / e quant’ om più
va sù, e men fa male. / Però, quand' ella ti parrà soave / tanto, che sù andar
ti fia leggero / com’ a seconda giù andar per nave, / allor sarai al fin d’esto
sentiero” [This mountain is such that it is ever more difficult at the bottom,
at the beginning; and the further up one goes, the less it gives pain. Thus,
when it shall seem so easy to you that going up will be like floating downstream
in a boat, then you will be at the end of this path].</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> Intelligent action proceeds through imitation and
habituation only to arrive into the inimitable and spontaneous. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Christina’s sounding is musical, not only aesthetically, but by virtue of being
a beautifully unbounded release of the formless into form, as per Meher Baba’s
definition of the only thing ultimately worth doing: “To penetrate into the essence
of all being and significance and to release the fragrance of that inner
attainment for the guidance and benefit of others, by expressing, in the world
of forms, truth, love, purity and beauty—this is the sole game which has
intrinsic and absolute worth. All other happenings, incidents and attainments
in themselves can have no lasting importance."[12] Similarly, the saint’s
spinning appears literally to drill into that transcendently immanent depth of
another world (this one), secreting thereby not so much some <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">thing</i>—and not not a thing seeing as we still
talking about it—as the openly secret truth of its own reverberating presence.
So true action results, not only in concrete results (objects and services) but
in something seminally unforecloseable, “the beatitude . . . of a potentiality
that comes only after the act, of matter that does not remain beneath the form,
but surrounds it with a halo.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[13]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Likewise in the sphere of
political action, what “the State cannot tolerate in any way” is not the
protest of fixed identities, but “singularities form[ing] a community without
affirming an identity,”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[14]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> in other words, the shared action
of persons who are exhausted of themselves, who refuse the separative or
non-non-dual form of identity on which political parties are founded and which
makes individualism and collectivism equally intolerable.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[15]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In sum, the third phase of
Christina’s spinning shows forth the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">circular</i>
nature of action as search (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">circle,
circus, search</i>, fr. PIE *<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kikro</i>,
‘to turn, bend’), the shape of its place within the universal gravity of this whole
cosmic carnival which moves us “sì como rota ch’ igualmente è mossa, / l’Amor
che move il sole e l’altre stele” [like a wheel being moved evenly, by the Love
that moves the sun and the other stars].</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[16]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> And whom do you seek? “Every creature
in the world is seeking happiness, and man is no exception. Seemingly man sets
his heart on many kinds of things, but all that he desires or undertakes is for
the sake of happiness.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[17]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> But happiness is not a thing,
it is a being. “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” (Luke 24:5). And being
is a verb, a spontaneously breathing kind of musical word. “I’ mi son un che,
quando / Amor mi spira, noto, e a quel modo / ch’e’ ditta dentro vo
significando” [I in myself am one who, when Love breathes within me, take note,
and to that measure which he dictates within, I go signifying].</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[18]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> Something born without whence
or whither. “The wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound of it, but
you do not know whence it comes or whither it goes; so it is with everyone born
of the Spirit” (John 3:8). A sounding and a hearing—that which each other is of.
So Christina’s song, the music of an amorously panting spiritual breath [<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">anhelitus spiritualis</i>], like that of the
Psalmist’s panting hart—“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul
pants for you, my God” (Psalm 42:1)—releases the essential fragrance of action
as the search for its own source, a finding found in the exhaustion of agency,
as per the beautiful Indian fable of the Katsuri-mriga or musk deer:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">Once, while roaming about and frolicking among hills and dales,
the <i>Kasturi-mriga</i> was suddenly aware of an exquisitely
beautiful scent, the like of which it had never known. The scent stirred the
inner depths of its soul so profoundly that it determined to find its
source. So keen was its longing that notwithstanding the severity of cold
or the intensity of scorching heat, by day as well as by night, it carried on
its desperate search for the source of the sweet scent. It knew no fear or hesitation
but undaunted went on its elusive search until, at last, happening to lose its
foothold on a cliff, it had a precipitous fall resulting in a fatal injury.
While breathing its last the deer found that the scent which had ravished its
heart and inspired all these efforts came from its own navel. This last moment
of the deer’s life was its happiest, and there was on its face inexpressible
peace.</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[19]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where are
you going? If there is one thing I want the remainder of this commentary to
achieve it is the abolition of achievement, the erasure of the entire illusory
realm of determinable results. Life, reality, everything, whatever you want to
call it, is infinite and anything which has the nature of an intended result,
other than that infinity itself, is in the end only another dead end or
stepping stone to something new. In the end (and beginning and middle) one simply
attends forever to this unlimited tendency:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">since that which human nature seeks and toward which it tends, whether
it moves in the right or the wrong direction, is infinite and not to be
comprehended by any creature, it necessarily follows that its quest is unending
and that therefore it moves forever. And yet although its search is unending,
by some miraculous means it finds what it is seeking for: and again it does not
find it, for it cannot be found.</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[20]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">There is no
escaping the inconsequentiality of consequences, no permanent not laying down
the endless burden of requiring results. “There can be no realisation of
Infinity through the pursuit of a never-ending series of consequences. Those
who aim at sure and definite results . . . have an eternal burden on their
minds.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[21]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> Eventually the inexpressible
peace of falling into finding that there is nothing outside of oneself to seek
simply takes over—the divinely fatal destiny of a most glorious futility, one
which renders all efforts worthlessly worth it: “Man cannot escape his glorious
destiny of Self-realization, and no amount of suffering that he passes through
on the way to it can ever be too much.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[22]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">In
the breathless sonic outcome of the saint’s desperate spinning I hear a form of
oppositionless protest song against the presumption of results</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">, a music refusing via
surrender whatever forms of will would claim to force themselves into reality.
As “love and coercion can never go together,”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">[23] Christina’s harmony embodies
the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">canticum cordis </i>or “song of the
heart [which] cannot be forced,” </span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">[24] whose unforceable power goes
on sighing and singing regardless of outcomes and before whose faith the
intellect, eventually “so staggered by the vastness still beyond it that it
will be forced to admit the hopelessness of its quest,” </span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">[25] is finally constrained
without coercion to bend. As Klima says, “But what the mind does not believe,
the heart does. And in the end the intellect does, too; what else is left for
it to do?”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">[26] And Bataille: “the human
being arrives at the threshold: there he must throw himself headlong [<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">vivant</i>] into that which has no
foundation and has no head.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">[27] And Leopardi: “What is life?
The journey of a crippled and sick man walking with a heavy load on his back up
steep mountains and through wild, rugged, arduous places, in snow, ice, rain,
wind, burning sun, for many days without ever resting night and day to end at a
precipice or ditch, in which inevitably he falls.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">[28] </span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">Everyone
surrenders—you already have. It is too late ever to have not. Far too
light-speedily late even to have ever been!</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">Headlessly
singing straight through the heart, Christina’s uncanny instrumentality speaks
the horizon where surrender and expression converge in a manner pointing theory
and practice into the hopeless necessity of their shared freedom from
consequentiality. Here we hear with ears cut off from our noisy mass
hallucination of mastery over, or condescending supposition of determination
of, results. </span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;">Yes, results follow and do not follow acts, but the only kind of action
which does not ruin either is one that constantly says no to, that never stops
letting itself go into letting go of, their eternal burden. “I never make
plans, never change plans,” said Meher Baba, “It is all one endless plan of
making people know that there is no plan.”</span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[29]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk527354568;"> Like the final happiest
moment of a life fearlessly wasted in search for itself—all the time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Inimitability</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What is this sound which cannot be imitated (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">imitari</i>), this definitely indefinite <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">quaedam harmonia mirabilis</i> coming from
the saint’s body? How does its know-not-what quality correspond with the nature
of action as it moves according to the spectrum of love through the gross,
subtle, and mental spheres? The answer to these questions lies in the unitive
convergence of state, place, and experience in the process of love-ordered
action, a convergence which in turn discloses the nature of inimitability as
the spontaneous intersection or fusion of these categories. The inimitable wondrous
harmony of true action is just this, phenomenologically not some supernatural
sound, but the musical synthesis manifesting where one’s state, one’s place,
and one’s experience converge without reduction, opening via each other into
higher unities. “There was not a single star left, and I married every one of
them with greatest spiritual pleasure. Then I married the moons.”[30] Here in the moment of movement’s fulfillment—as glimpsed in the purity of a
gesture or peak experience wherein the separative boundaries of self, body, and
world are broken down without obliteration—there is found that intensive self-sufficient
oneness which fulfills Augustine’s definition of music: “the science of moving
well, such that the movement is desired for itself and because of this delights
through itself alone” [scientiam bene movendi; ita ut motus per se ipse
appetatur, atque ob hoc per se ipse delectet].<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[31]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> This is why “music alone gives
definite answers,”[32] because it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">per se</i> echoes the infinite
unclosed definiteness of divine reality, the natural truth, knowledge, and
bliss of the one who perfectly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is </i>its
own free activity (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">actus purus</i>), just
as “the just man serves neither God nor creatures, for he is free, and the
closer he is to justice, the closer he is to freedom, and the more he is
freedom itself.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[33]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Music
per se—definitely not just any music! Here inimitability is not a problem of deficient
skill, not a question of potentiality. Everyone knows how to be crucified or spin
as well as anyone else. What potentiality does not do (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">don’t go there</i>) is do it the way the one who does it like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i> does (Christ-ina). Meaning that the
inimitable concerns this utterly as if too-ready-made aspect of a being whose
experience <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> its place and state,
whose state <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> his experience and
place, whose place <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> her state and
experience. “O marvel! a garden amidst fires! / My heart has become capable of
every form.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[34]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Now we are back in that most mystical sphere of potentiality, not doing what
you can do (activity), nor not doing what you can do (impotentiality), nor
doing what you cannot do (miracle), nor not doing what you cannot do (stasis),
but something more astonishingly inimitable and bewilderingly simpler than all
of these: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">doing what you cannot do by not
doing it</i>.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[35]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Singing what I cannot sing by not singing it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Meher
Baba explains how places, states, and experiences are “interlinked in the gross
world as well on the inner planes.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[36]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> In the physical realm,
the distinction and relation between the categories is clear in the way a
“change of place brings . . . a change in the state of mind and both of these
result in a change in the nature of experience felt.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[37]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> On the inner planes (i.e.
where the soul identifies with its subtle or mental body and is consequently
aware of subtle and mental worlds), the boundaries become less discernable but
remain, as intimated in dreams “where the place, mental state, and experience
with which a person is confronted . . . do not have the same externality or
separateness which characterize them in wakefulness.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[38]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Similarly, “in the divine
hallucinations of the subtle planes, as well as in the spiritual nightmare of
the mental plane, there is a growing tendency towards fusion of the experiences
which are normally separated from each other in gross wakefulness.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[39]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> But on the seventh plane
of self-realization, where the soul “now knows itself through itself and not
through the mind,”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[40]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> “the integral fusion . .
. is so complete that there we cannot have any places, states or experiences.
Life there is lived only in its indivisibility.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[41]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Integrity of place,
state, and experience is of the nature of Reality, just as purpose (there being
somewhere to go and something to achieve) is of the nature of illusion: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Purpose presumes direction and
since Existence, being everything and everywhere, cannot have any direction,
directions must always be in nothing and lead nowhere. Hence to have a purpose
is to create a false goal. Love alone is devoid of all purpose and a spark of
Divine Love sets fire to all purposes. The
Goal of Life in Creation is to arrive at purposelessness, which is the state of
Reality.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[42]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Arrival at purposelessness coincides with realization
of the indivisibility of place, state, and experience, the erasure of their
imaginary relationality, the reflective vectors through which the whole
shifting <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">mirage of goals</i> make its appearance
on the life-horizon of inherently purposeless reality. The relative separation of
places, states, and experiences familiar within the material domain is actually
a product of imagination. For it is precisely through the imagination of places
and states that mind experiences its own experience: “Mind is subject to
imagination. It imagines and experiences imagination through places and states
which imagination creates . . . Just as in the gross world there are places,
states, and experiences, there are imaginary places, states and experiences on
the subtle and mental planes. Yet in both cases they belong to the illusion
created by imagination.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[43]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> The imaginary nature of
experience via imagination of places and states is clear, for example, when you
see an image and conceive of it as being <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">there</i>,
the object of your subjective experience, when in fact it is no more there than
not. A dark room is not black, and not not, and so on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now consider
how thoroughly one’s sense of purpose and attachment to results—the whole field
of thinking and feeling that someone, individually and/or collectively, is
going somewhere and getting things done (or not)—is entangled with the mutual
contingency of place, state, and experience as opposed to their integral
fusion. Everywhere we are bound in thinking that the achievement of one
requires or results from the other, perpetually forgetting the immanent reality
of their unity, alienating one from the other exactly so as to maintain the
illusion of control over and/or culpability for results, in contradiction to
the ancient common sense: “You have a right to your actions, but never to your
actions’ fruits. Act for the action’s sake. And do not be attached to inaction.
. . . The wise man lets go of all results, whether good or bad, and is focused
on the action alone.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[44]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Imagine Christina taking
credit for her inimitable harmony or being disappointed if it did not sound!
Imagine whatever the hell you want, anything you think has the power to make
you happy or unhappy! In reality no one really cares how things turn out the
way they think or claim to. One is simply watching the whole thing, bound by
identification with a largely self-created drama without which you would
seemingly have no place, state, or experience, nothing to be and nowhere to go.
“As a witness, the soul remains aloof from all events in time, and the results
of actions do not bind it. All this has to be experienced and not merely
thought of.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[45]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Because no one really knows what to do—because one really does nothing: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">As Soul, it does nothing, it merely IS</i>. When the
mind is added on to the soul, it appears to think. When the subtle body is
added onto the soul with the mind, it appears to desire. When the gross body is
added onto all these, the soul appears to be engaged in actions. The belief
that the soul is doing anything is a false belief.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[46]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bodies (material, subtle, mental)—all move and feel
and think like puppets of a master who never lifts a finger. Seeing that, how
much labor, work, action is actually grounded in the fear of doing nothing, of one’s
identity with purposeless existence, of being a soul who merely is? How much
investment in results is really the perverse confessional performance of this essential
inability to plan anything properly speaking? How much so-called responsible
action is simply the illusion it maintains for itself? The fact is, as Meher
Baba explained during the Fiery Free Life, “intellectual planning turns out to
be a planning mostly in name, containing in it only as much truth as is
necessary to justify the players in feeling that they have had a real share in
the entire game.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[47]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Nothing works
out—everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Our
mass hallucination of mastery over and/or slavish dependency upon results may
be termed the great human or ME peace plan—a plan placing oneself in the middle
of everything by permanently insisting on conjoining these irreconcilable
principles, as illustrated in an anecdote about a man who visited Meher Baba in
1937:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Now tell me, what do you really want?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The man answered, “I want to serve my country, but a
disappointment in a sad love affair frustrated my plans. I want to fulfill my
plans and have peace of mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Plans and peace! These two can never go hand in hand.
Where there is peace, there is no plan; and where there are plans, there is
[turmoil]. Either give up plans and have peace, or have your ‘plans’ and give
up thoughts of peace. You can’t have both. That is impossible. People suffer
because they want the impossible, the unattainable! You want to stand in the
fire and at the same time do not want it to burn you. You want to build a house
in a graveyard!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In actuality—“you will know them by their fruits”
(Matthew 7:16)—this plan turns out to be only the cover its own shadow, the
non-plan of its own endless plan B, which is to fret over things going or not
going your way, to remain lifelessly living in the burning graveyard of
reserving rights to results. I have a reservation! That is, the great ME peace
plan is in truth the means of the opposite of both, the bad spontaneity of a
status quo where inner and outer turmoil—worry and war—are maintained as
ever-present indispensable immediate options. Such is the plan whose diurnal
installation results in the self-destructive world of all-too-imitable action—the
omni-result which it is precisely never too late not to produce: “Anything you
look forward to will destroy you, as it already has.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[48]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Here
the inimitability of Christina’s harmonic spinning throws ME full circle into a
horrifying—and hopefully for that reason most happy—intuition: that the “savage
torpor”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[49]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> of the human sphere of inharmonious
activity, the world which fails to fulfill true action’s three criteria (specularity,
intelligence, musicality), is the direct result of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">one’s own personal misuse of action per se</i>, a misuse which is the
intimate opposite of the saint’s hyper-useful whirling. For, as Vernon Howard
has explained, the nature of false action is to generate not wondrous harmony
but a distracting noise within and without oneself, not the repose of surrender
but the perpetuation of movement for its own sake, and not insight but
intentional blindness to action’s essential nature. [click for <a href="http://nuncstans.tumblr.com/post/30991647359/and-everybody-in-their-shallowness-praises" target="_blank">AUDIO</a>]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It is called action
without intelligence. It is called action without understanding. It is called
action for the sake of creating a whirr in the mind, a noise, a vibration, so
that you don’t have to see, you don’t have to see what you don’t want to see
about yourself. And let me tell you, as if you don’t already suspect it, let me
tell you that the world is hurtling forward with unintelligent, destructive
action for the sake of action alone, and no wonder that it is in the condition
that it is in. . . . And everybody in their shallowness praises
movement!—political, religious, educational, social, in the family: <i>Let’s do something, let’s go somewhere,
let’s act</i>—as if action is salvation instead it is ruination. Where are you
going to find one human being, where are you going to find one man or woman who
will say, <i>Just a minute! What are you
talking about, praising physical, mental, emotional movement as if it is a
virtue in itself?</i> I will repeat the question: where are you going to find
someone who will question it? Nobody wants to question it, because if they did,
they would have to give up their foolishness, they would have to give up their
pretense. And do you believe what I am going to tell you next? They would have
to give up their self-destructive hurtling downhill. The cry, the wail of the
human mind is: <i>Give me something to do so
that I won’t have to think intelligently about what I am doing. Give me
something that has a lot of bells to it, a lot of trumpets, a lot of noise, a
lot of headlines, a lot of racket</i>. Now let me ask those of you right here
now, and watching and listening to this, would you have the courage to begin to
slow down your life, so that you can begin to question where you are going and
what are you are doing? So that eventually something would come to you that you
can see as clearly as you can see the sky, clearly see that you have been
moving along without any thought at all about where you are going.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[50]</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">[De heilige Maria Magdalena, Marcantonio Bellavia, after Annibale Carracci, 1660 - 1680]</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, Discourses, III.179.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, III.179.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, Discourses, III.179.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Pseudo-Dionysius, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Complete Works</i>, 89.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Dante Alighieri, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Convivio</i>, trans. Lansing,
https://digitaldante.columbia.edu/text/library/convivio-italian/.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">God Speaks</i>, 139.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Friedrich Nietzsche, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ecce Homo</i>, trans. Walter Kaufman (New
York: Vintage, 1989), 254.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meister Eckhart, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Complete Mystical Works</i>, 192.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, I.113.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Dante, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Purgatorio</i>, IV.88-96. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[12]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, II.110. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[13]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Giorgio Agamben, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Coming Community</i>, trans. Michael
Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993), 55.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[14]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Agamben, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Coming Community</i>, 85.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[15]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> “In social life the
recognition of the spiritual infinity of the Truth will mean a challenge to
individualism as well as to collectivism. It initiates a new way of thinking in
terms of an indivisible totality and it discards all the relative values
of comparison <i>in favour of the recognition of the intrinsic worth of
everything</i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">” (Meher Baba, <i>Discourses</i>,
I.171). “Political parties are organisations that are publicly and officially
designed for the purpose of killing in all souls the sense of truth and of
justice” (Simone Weil, <i>On the Abolition of All Political Parties</i>, trans.
Simon Leys [New York: NYRB, 2013], 16). Note in this respect how the scene of
Christina’s spinning, a repeated occurrence among the nuns at St. Catherine’s
near St. Trond, is at once individual and collective. In togetherness, her
ecstasy is both singularly her own and as shared, the ecstasy of each. “The
height of selflessness is the beginning of the feeling of oneness with all. In
the state of liberation there is neither selfishness nor selflessness in the
ordinary sense, but both of these are taken up and merged into the feeling of <i>selfness
for all</i>” (Meher Baba, <i>Discourses</i>, I.31). After the harmonious
sounding subsides, Christina was “restored to her former self” and “rose up
like one who is drunk,” calling the nuns to her who “greatly rejoiced in
Christina’s solace,” after which they all sing the <i>Te Deum laudamus</i>
together (<i>Life</i>, 61). The movement of musical, transpersonal
participation via a ‘felling of selfness for all’ is completed when the saint,
the subjective center of all the activity, only “knew what had happened from
the tales of others” (<i>Life</i>, 63).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[16]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Dante, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Paradiso</i>, 33.142-5<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[17]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, III.160.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[18]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Dante, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Purgatorio</i>, 24.52-4.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[19]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, II.193.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[20]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Eriugena, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Periphyseon</i>, PL 122:919, translation cited from Bernard McGinn, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Growth of Mysticism: Gregory the Great
through the 12th Century</i> (New York: Crossroad, 1994), 118.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[21]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, I.133.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[22]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Life At Its Best</i>, 50.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[23]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, I.24.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[24]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span>
Joyce L. Irwin, “The
Mystical Music of Jean Gerson,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Early
Music History</i> 1 (1981): 196.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[25]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Everything and the Nothing</i>, 56.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[26]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Ladislav Klima, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Glorious Nemesis</i>, 64.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[27]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Georges Bataille,
“The Obelisk,” in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Visions of Excess:
Selected Writings</i>, 1927–1939, trans. Allan Stoekl (Minneapolis: University
of Minnesota Press, 1985), 222.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[28]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Giacomo Leopardi,
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Zibaldone</i> (New York: Farrar, Straus
and Giroux), 1809.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[29]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba,
quoted in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lord Meher</i>, 1839.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[30]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Abdul Qadir Husaini, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ibn al-‘Arabi: The Great Muslim Mystic and
Thinker</i>, 6.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[31]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Augustine, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">De Musica</i>, I.2, http://individual.utoronto.ca/pking/resources/augustine/De_musica.txt<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[32]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> E. M. Cioran, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tears and Saints</i>, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston (Chicago:
University of Chicago Press, 1995), 80. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[33]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Eckhart, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Complete Mystical Works</i>, 130.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[34]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Ibn Arabi, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tarjuman al-Ashwaq</i>, trans. Reynold A. Nicholson (London: Royal
Asiatic Society, 1911), 67. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[35]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> “Where potentiality is the power
to do something, and impotentiality is the power to positively not do
something, like the active silence of someone who can but wills not to speak,
apotentiality here means more than a lack of power but a power as it were more
powerful in its lack, a third form of potentiality altogether: the power to do
something at once without the power to do it and without the doing of it,
without act. If doing what one properly cannot, what is impossible, connotes a
miracle, this positively inactive apotentiality is a species of negative
miraculousness, the mystery of doing what you cannot by not doing it. Where
freedom or the ability to do as one wills is ‘to be found in the abyss of
potentiality’ and ‘is […] to be capable of one’s own impotentiality’, mystical
sorrow points to a freedom beyond freedom, a freedom free of its own free will,
a freedom free of itself that is freedom” (Nicola Masciandaro, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">On the Darkness of the Will</i> [Milan:
Mimesis, 2018], 53).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[36]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beams on the Spiritual Panorama</i>, 83. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[37]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beams on the Spiritual Panorama</i>, 84.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[38]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beams on the Spiritual Panorama</i>, 85.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[39]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beams on the Spiritual Panorama</i>, 85-6. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[40]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, II.172.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[41]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beams on the Spiritual Panorama</i>, 86.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[42]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Everything and the Nothing</i>, 62.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[43]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beams on the Spiritual Panorama</i>, 86. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[44]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bhagavad Gita</i>, trans. Stephen Mitchell (New York: Three Rivers, 2000),
2.47. 50. Cf. “One must try sincerely to do his duties, but results must always
be left to God. Worrying about the results is not good; it’s of no use. If one
wishes to do anything for others, one must do it sincerely, and having done it,
should not worry about the results. For results are not in human hands. It is
for humans to do, but for God to ordain. It is not difficult, but men don't
try. Just because it is human nature to think about the results doesn't mean
one should worry about them. One may think, but must not worry” (Meher Baba,
quoted in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lord Meher</i>, 1599).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[45]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, II.157.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[46]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>, III.146.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[47]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> “Without beginning and without
end, the caravan of evolutionary creation marches on from the Immeasurable to
the Immeasurable. Most persons on the way get caught up in the transient
immediate, and evolve by conscious or unconscious reactions to it. Some can
detach themselves from the transient immediate. But since their detachment is
only intellectual, they enjoy freedom only in the realm of the limited
intellect, which now tries to comprehend the past, or anticipate the future, as
best as is allowed by the limitations under which it works. They try to shape
the present in the light of their knowledge of history, as well as in the light
of their insight into the possibilities for the unborn future. But the limited
intellect is not competent to grasp quantities which are beginningless as well
as endless, with the result that the purely intellectual perspective, even at its
best, inevitably remains only partial, sketchy, incomplete and, in a sense,
even erroneous. The intellectual perspective is workable, and even
indispensable, for planned action. But in the absence of the deeper wisdom of
the heart or the clearer intuition of the spirit, such intellectual perspective
gives only relative truth, which bears upon itself the stamp of uncertainty.
The so-called planned action of the intellect has behind it many mighty forces
which have not even come to the fringe of consciousness; and it also actually
leads to many valuable unexpected results which are entirely beyond the range
of vision of the so-called planning. In other words, intellectual planning
turns out to be a planning mostly in name, containing in it only as much truth
as is necessary to justify the players in feeling that they have had a real
share in the entire game” (Meher Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lord
Meher</i>, 3193-4).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[48]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> Vernon Howard, audio recording.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[49]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span> William Wordsworth and Samuel
Taylor Coleridge, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lyrical Ballads</i>,
ed. W. J. B. Owen (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1969), 160. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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laughing during a take, it’s almost like a guarantee that it’s going to be in
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vengeful victory over evil—as if there is or ever need be such a victory, a victory
over nothing—is grounded in the power of laughter, that inexplicable capacity
of consciousness or the soul to exult in joyful sovereignty and spiritual
freedom over whatever, to become the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yes</i>
of a total NO to anything. Spontaneously—for no reason at all. To laugh in the
face of … everything, oneself, in the face of God—becoming God. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I am your God now</i>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">THAT [laughing at myself]
is exactly what Jeremiah Sand cannot or fatally fails to do. Named after the ‘weeping
prophet’, he is a primo example of the permanently sad and ever sadder separative
ego-self as trapped in its own hallucinatory dereliction. “I AM the man that
hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath. He hath led me, and brought me
into darkness, but not into light. Surely against me is he turned; he turneth
his hand against me all the day” (Lamentations 3:1-3). Sand is an identity simply
too </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">special</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">, too much of a face and
appearance and form for himself to ever be laughed at, much less by himself. So
the end of the day he is not special at all—save in a moment of invisible
self-recognition, gazing at into the fire Mandy’s burning body—but just another
depressive super sickie or ‘Jesus-freak’ living out his days in an auto-repetitive
mirror-state of alienation from reality from which he ‘saves’ himself by
imagining it as his own divinity. Alienation, being abandoned by
Truth/God/Reality, being other than himself, is his illusory God-himself, his wearisome
trip, with all the unoriginal trappings of a hippie-consumerist parody of
natural deoessence or absolute individuality. Accordingly, Mandy Bloom’s
laughter, the flowering laughter of a being worthy of love (</span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">amanda</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">), sends Jeremiah immediately back
to the mirror, desperately seeking security in the certainty of the
impossibility of self-doubt. If you believe in yourself, you will believe
anything!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Laughter is what makes
Mandy’s murder a martyrdom, what makes her not only a victim but a witness to
something that sees through the “crazy evil” which kills her (and can only kill
upon being seen through), as if realizing the spontaneous power of the wind or
spirt which blows across the embers of her own bones and scatters the ashes of
her skull in Red’s hands. To laugh in the face of evil is to see through evil,
to perceive its transparency, its insubstantial shadowiness, its nothingness.
Is that it? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You made this song? Yes. I
did. And it’s about you? Yes. It is. [LAUGHING]</i>. Supreme auto-affection of
a fiction. “Tra l’erba e ’ fior venìa la mala striscia, / volgendo ad ora ad or
la testa, e ’l dosso / leccando come bestia che si liscia” (Dante, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Purgatorio</i>, 8.100-2) [Among the grass
and the flowers came the evil slither, now and again turning its head and
licking its back like a beast that smooths itself]. Seeing Mandy’s lovely
laughter I am tempted to translate it into the kind of divine critique of human
religion we hear in Amos 5: 21-4: “I hate, I despise your religious festivals; your
assemblies are a stench to me. Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain
offerings, I will not accept them . . . Away with the noise of your songs! I
will not listen to the music of your harps. But let justice roll on like a
river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!” I hate your whole phony, religious,
phonographic self! But the laughter is more and beyond that, something more
perfectly carried away with itself. Yes, the saint could always have followed
instructions, performed the demanded sacrifice, and extended her life. But how
much better, how much more FUN not to, to find by seeing through evil, this so
darkly seeming thickener—<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I see the reaper
fast approaching</i>—something better than its opposite, something unspeakable
which sees and cuts through everything. “And suddenly she saw it coming towards
her with the eyes of her soul, more clearly than can be seen with the eyes of
the body, and as it approached her it moved like a sickle” (Angela of Foligno, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Memorial</i>). </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hearing this pivotal laughter echo
backwards and forwards through the film, we see that the question of humor and
comedy is there all along, from Red’s starless expression in the helicopter as musically
glossed with King Crimson’s “Old friend charity / Cruel twisted smile / And the
smile signals emptiness for me” to his final weirdly comic gaze at Mandy’s
spectral presence in his car.</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Between that initial non-smile
(and weirdly proto-smiling non-non-smile) and his final hyper-smile (and weirdly
astonished mad grimace), there are several conspicuous jokes, all rather
nonsensical and anti-witty except for Brother Swan’s about the “porker” they
offer to the Black Skulls: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That is such a
good idea. That lard-ass, he couldn’t find his nose in a mirror </i>(again the
mirror, anticipating Jeremiah’s begging of his own image what to do; also note
how the image of porker is given a virtual role in the vengeance by
Caruthers:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It cut through bone like a fat kid through cake</i>). Red’s humor is
nonsense, but in two different keys, descending and ascending, separated by the
absurdly irrelevant relevance of what he sees, in exhausted shock, in the
random mirror of television (Cheddar Goblin, Emergency Broadcasting System). Before
Mandy’s death, his jokes (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Erik Estrada,
Galactus</i>) breathe the contrary comic-melancholic air of his saturnine
temperament (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What's yours? Um...Saturn,
probably. Yeah? Saturn’s pretty cool</i>), the atmosphere of a man of sorrows
making jokes which achieve laughter only by playfully ridiculing humor itself.
After Mandy’s death, in devil-may-care vengeance mode, Red’s ‘jokes’ acquire
the power of a divine or sovereign absurdity, becoming spontaneous movements of
his soul achieving instant recovery from and victory over his situation: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ah! That was my favorite shirt. Ah! You have
a death wish. I-I don’t want... I don’t want to talk about that. You’re a
vicious snowflake.</i> Now nonsense has become the logic of victory and
vengeance itself, the opposite of defeated, world-weary therapeutized consciousness
and at the same time the perfect expression of a heart who has experienced, through
and against itself, the agony of the worst defeat: “This is the greatest pain:
to see your love suffer” (Julian of Norwich, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Showings</i>).</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Opened thus by “the
tainted blade of the pale knight, straight from the abyssal lair,” Red becomes
capable of swimming the mystic sea of hell and despair in which Jeremiah is
drowning. “Their heart remains devoid of hope. This way leads them very deep
into God, for their great despair leads them above all the ramparts and through
all the passageways, and into all places where the truth is” (Hadewych, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Letters</i>). Ergo the supreme meaning and
nonsense of Red’s final unjoking joke: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I
am your God now</i>. The truth is the truth—whatever that is.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">“Doing and laughing, </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">machen/lachen</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">, doing evil and laughing
at evil, making each other laugh about evil. Amongst friends. Not laughing evil
away, but making ourselves laugh at evil. Amongst friends” (Derrida). Like Red’s
becoming like the monsters he fights, the simple genius of Mandy’s laughter is
seen in its own shadowiness, in its flame-like oscillation between the vertical
and the horizontal, between liberating joy and confined, monstrous spite. Laughing
in the face of evil means laughing inside evil, passing though one’s own evil [laugh].
This is the meaning of the imaginal merging of Mandy’s and Jeremiah’s faces from
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">“And what is laughter but
a flashing of the soul, that is, a light appearing externally as it is within”
(Dante, </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Convivio</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">). One does not laugh
at evil without laughing at oneself. One does not laugh at oneself without
laughing at evil. “This is the sign of the spirit of truth: to realize that God’s
being is total love and to acknowledge oneself as total hate” (Angela of Foligno,
</span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Memorial</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">). Otherwise there is no true
laughter, just another cruel twisted smile. The joke is there is no joke, the
evil is there is no evil—what an evil joke! Now there is really something to
laugh at after all, to laugh . . . </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Yeah
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Fire & Iron: On Mystical Becoming—and
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nicola
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://www.lugaradudas.org/#/oculturas---escuela-incierta/articulo" target="_blank">Escula Incierta, Lugar a Dudas. Cali, Colombia. July 2018.</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do
not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your
minds. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let despair and
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Beautify it once
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foco che li affina. [Then he hid himself in the fire that refines them]<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A common medieval
figure for divine union—that of the iron in the fire—will provide the model for
this three-part seminar on mystical becoming and the question of culture.
Essential to the logic of this figure is the paradoxical power of the iron, representative
of the individual or soul, to remain itself in the midst of becoming fire-like,
to be transformed precisely through its capacity to resist or withstand the
power that alters it. In this sense, the properly mystical or hidden nature of
the iron lies, not in conforming to, but in renewing itself in the fire by
intensively <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> being it, by hiding more
and more the depth of its originally black metal substance and thereby becoming
transformed into something at once thoroughly different from and ever more purely
itself. This paradox suggests a crucial relevance to the issue of cultural
becoming and the ongoing conflicts between traditionalisms and modernisms,
between the forces that would bind the present to past forms and those that
would sever the present from them, insofar as both fail to fulfill the
paradoxical process of authentic transformation whereby something acquires a truly
new nature by preserving at all costs its individual essence, even to the
point, as Richard of St. Victor says, of “resist[ing] the omnipotent” (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Four Degrees of Violent Love</i>). Accordingly,
this seminar will trace the contours of mystical becoming while keeping an eye
open at each stage for their present cultural and occultural implications, the
hidden dimensions of inner resistance and negation which hold the key to true
renewal. Pairing medieval texts with select discourses by Meher Baba touching on
the future of humanity, we will hide the question of culture in the fire of
mysticism in order to see and not see what emerges. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Baba, “The Travail of the New World Order,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>.
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“Sorrow of Being: In Calignem” and “The Tears of Matter: On the Crucifixion
Darkness,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">On the Darkness of the Will</i>
(Mimesis, 2018). “Secret: No Light Has Ever Seen the Black Universe, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dark Knights of the Universe</i> (NAME,
2013).<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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Astonishing</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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“Firebox,” in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Black Hyperbox </i>(Punch,
2017). “Nietzsche’s Amor Fati: Wishing and Willing in a Cybernetic Circuit,” in
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Digital Dionysius: Nietzsche and the
Network-Centric Condition</i> (punctum, 2016). “Because It’s Not There: A
Vision of Climbing and Life,” in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">On the
Darkness of the Will</i> (Mimesis, 2018).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Meher
Baba, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“The New Humanity</i>,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Discourses</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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“Non Potest Hoc Corpus Decollari: Beheading and the Impossible,” in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Heads Will Roll</i> (Brill, 2012). “Never
Born, Never Die: Individuation, Mutation, and Mystical Birth, via Gebser’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ever-Present Origin</i>,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Diaphany</i> (2015). “Inner Life | Inner
Death: On the Threshold of the Sacred,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">On
the Darkness of the Will</i>.</span></span><br />
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<i>On the Darkness of the Will</i>. Milan: Mimesis. ISBN 978-8869771569. 178pp. <i> </i></div>
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“For the will desires not to be dark, and this very desire causes the darkness” (Jacob Boehme). Moving through the fundamental question of this paradox, this book offers a constellation of theoretical and critical essays that shed light on the darkness of the will, its obscurity to itself. Through in-depth analysis of medieval and modern sources―Augustine, Pseudo-Dionysius, Eriugena, Dante, Meister Eckhart, Chaucer, Nietzsche, Cioran, Meher Baba―this volume interrogates the nature and meaning of the will, along seven modes: spontaneity, potentiality, sorrow, matter, vision, eros, and sacrifice. These multiple lines of inquiry are finally presented to coalesce around one fundamental point of agreement: the will says <i>yes</i>, yet only a will that knows how to say <i>no</i> to itself, entering the silence of its own darkness, will ever be free.</div>
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"At a time when much philosophy still stubbornly clings to the legacy of modern humanism and its attendant species-superiority, Masciandaro's <i>On the Darkness of the Will</i> provides a counterpoint, examining a whole premodern repertoire of thinkers delving into the nebulous, unhuman terrain of 'the Will.' At once sorrowful and joyful, ecstatic and exegetical, these essays offer a welcome respite from the otherwise obligatory narcissism of the current cultural climate." </div>
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'Masciandaro gathers the roses of the mystics, and the non-mystics, and extracts for us their attar. These essays in unknowing are true transmissions of the self-secret.' </div>
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Jordan Kirk </div>
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CONTENTS<br />
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Introduction<br />
I.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Whim of Reality: On the Question of Will<br />
II.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Of a Leaden Hue: Chaucerian Non-Mysticism<br />
III.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Sorrow of Being: In Calignem<br />
IV.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Tears of Matter: On the Crucifixion Darkness<br />
V.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Because It’s Not There: A Vision of Climbing and Life<br />
VI.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Inverted Rainbow: On the Color of Love<br />
VII.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Inner Life | Inner Death: On the Threshold of the Sacred<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">[draft essay for forthcoming volume on the <a href="https://www.mountainproject.com/area/105858218/uw-rock" target="_blank">UW Practice Rock</a>]</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That it is known
as the ‘Rock’ is in retrospect a marvelous index of the not-so-simple relation
between building and climbing (and thinking) which this essay will explore. The
Rock is of course not a rock but a room-less building of walls meant for
climbing composed of crack-featured concrete slabs elevated at different angles
and embedded with a variety of stones. <i>Concrete</i>,
from <i>concrescere</i>, ‘to grow together’.
This stony conglomeration of metal, concrete, and rocks rising from a bed of
pebbly gravel is thus also not not a rock. In other words, the Rock is a
building that is <i>analogously</i> a rock,
recalling that analogy—a term between univocity and equivocity—concerns a relation
or participation among things that are categorically different yet bear a substantial
connection to each other, as when we say (to follow the classic Aristotelian
example) that an apple is <i>healthy</i>. Likewise
in nick-naming the Rock with the word ‘rock’ we are not so much signifying what
it is as calling it by what it does for other beings in relation to rocks, both
despite and because what it does is also formally inseparable from its sharing rock’s
nature. What makes the Rock ‘rock’ is that is a rock for rock-climbers, at once
a <i>practice rock</i> that becomes rock in
being practiced upon as rock and a not-rock that is rock in the sense of
something whose being or essence, whatever makes it what it is, is itself to
practice being rock, insofar as being the Rock can be thought of as an activity,
which I think it can seeing that <i>being</i>
is a verb. Rock is what the Rock does (for climbers)—a climbing rock: rock to climb
and rock that climbs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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may see the Rock as a kind of concrete shadow of Mount Analogue,<a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
not in the sense of a model of some ultimate rock, but something more useful
and homely. Where Mount Analogue is the imaginary cosmo-geological mountain of
mountains which must by analogy exist somewhere on earth, invisible yet
accessible (i.e. the more-than-mountain that all mountains are analogies of), the
Rock is <i>analogue rock</i> in the sense of
being an actual as opposed to imaginary construction that functions as rock, an
accessible yet ‘invisible’ less-than-rock that is an analogy, however
imperfect, to all rocks. The correlative ‘invisibility’ through which the Rock
functions is the measure of eliminative not-seeing that activating its
potential requires, namely, the physio-imaginative act of climbing as if some
holds were not there, as in above image where I am laybacking the left side of
a hand-crack instead of jamming it. Such seemingly artificial or contrived invisibility
actually has a very close inverse relationship both to how one naturally uses things
in general, how the instrument or tool “disappears into usefulness,”<a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
and to how one dwells in and with them, how “Inhabited space transcends
geometrical space” and the house becomes “both cell and world.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
Hold-elimination is the haptic mirror and a kind of reverse engineering of phenomenal
depresencing, the harvesting of a potential that appears when its means is
taken away, just as the vital form of building and dwelling coincide in what
cannot be touched: “We make doors and windows for a room; / But it is these
empty spaces that make the room livable. / Thus, while the tangible has
advantages, / It is the intangible that makes it useful.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
Off-limits features are windows. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Gaston
Bachelard gives a beautiful description of the way using and dwelling are
blended through housework into the fashioning of the present, life’s ongoing building
of itself within/without buildings: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Objects
that are cherished in this way really are born of an intimate light, and they
attain to a higher degree of reality than indifferent objects, or those that
are defined by geometric reality. For they produce a new reality of being, and
they take their place not only in an order but in a community of order. From
one object in a room to another, housewifely care weaves the ties that unite a
very ancient past to the new epoch. The housewife awakens furniture that was
asleep.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" style="font-family: inherit;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Rock is such a
community in an inverse sense, an <i>exclosure</i>
of walls made for climbing, a practice which likewise connects using and
dwelling in a manner that reflects back upon building as a means of navigating
the space between these functions. Enclosed in a building, one may in a
flexible sense dwell without using (think) and use without dwelling (work).
Exclosed at the Rock, one may in a flexible sense dwell while using (as when
pondering boulder problems) and use while dwelling (as when climbing on the
walls). Like the housewife of one’s climbing’s life, the rock-practicer moves among
the Rock’s roomless rooms awakening its stones into the building of oneself and
others as climbers. I am not alone in having spoken of myself as a ‘product’ of
the Rock and returning there, reversing the inner-outer expansion of geometric
reality, gives me that paradoxical spatial sense of mnemonic shrinkage/expansion
one typically feels revisiting an old home. The whole thing seems so much smaller,
yet larger and taller next to the thought of repeating the circuits that once
made the tower’s top feel close to the ground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">However
one considers these dimensions, the Rock demonstrates that the complex ways in
which climbing practices stone beyond itself definitely concern the
using/dwelling boundary and reflect back upon the nature of building. From the
Tower of Babel to skyscraper builderers, building and climbing are non-accidentally
related. The whole sphere of climbing itself exists through an open collection
of constructed enclosures, things that hold and keep and protect us from the
world and ourselves. That artificial climbing walls have continued to evolve more
and more towards forms of dwelling, into inclusively exclusive urban entities selling
and developing the space of climbing as community, work-play, lifestyle-domicile,
etc. only presses further the issue of climbing’s relation to building, the
question of what it is that climbing builds, the horizon of its dwelling, and
above all, the order and dimension of its homelessness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The
Rock, like other kinds of human buildings, is something between a rock and a
construction, part of the continuum between nature and architecture, from cave-dwellings
to skyscrapers, but also something curiously beyond-within that continuum, namely,
building materials <i>petrobatically</i> repurposed
to mimic their own natural formations.[6] There is a beautifully weird
creativity to this progressively atavistic way in which climbing leads architecture
(and architecture leads climbing) to the construction of bouldering walls which
in turn become a tool for building climbers capable of ascending the hardest
and steepest natural shelters like the now famous Hanshellern (lit. Hans’s
cave) in Flatanger, Norway. Really speaking the first artificial climbing walls
are built dwellings made into climbing walls by the simple act of practicing climbing
upon them, as documented by Geoffrey Winthrop Young’s anonymous <i>Roof Climber’s Guide to Trinity</i> (1900),
just as early artificial climbing walls resemble buildings, or like Schurman
Rock (1939), ruins. As mountains develop in the form of geologic ruins—Ruskin’s
gloriously gloomy “great cathedrals of the earth” and index of the planet as “wreck
of Paradise”<span style="font-size: 11.1111px;">[7]</span>—so
do modern climbing walls take place in the fertile ruin of architecture, in a
zone where the climbing human can like an animal vine again take hold in new
ways of life’s in/organic interface. If climbing is primordially related to the
desire, as per Plato’s exemplary allegory, to ascend not only up but <i>out</i> of things, then we may surmise that
there is a deeper secret relation between climbing and building as intertwining
paths twisting upon-through earth as our temporary dwelling-place in the
‘hanshellern’ of this cosmos, the overhanging divine underworld of the universe.[<span style="font-size: 11.1111px;">8]</span> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For
all these reasons, the Rock presents one with the imperative to (re)consider
climbing as a middle term between building and thinking, reprising the terms of
Heidegger’s essay, “Building Dwelling Thinking.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a>
Switching out the word-holds—exactly the procedure that climbing walls have plastically
evolved to allow—produces the following problems/solutions which this brief essay
has perforce failed to send: <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">1. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">What
is it to climb?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">2. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">How
does building belong to climbing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;">1. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">Building
is really climbing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">2. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">Climbing
is the manner in which mortals are on the earth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">3. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.25in;">Building
as climbing unfolds into the building that cultivates growing things and the
building that erects buildings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Only if we are capable of climbing, only then
can we build . . . Climbing is the basic character of Being, in keeping with which
mortals exist. Perhaps this attempt to think about climbing and building will
bring out somewhat more clearly that building belongs to climbing and how it
receives its essence from climbing. Enough will have been gained if climbing and
building have become worthy of questioning and thus have remained worthy of
thought. But that thinking itself belongs to climbing in the same sense as building,
although in a different way, may perhaps be attested to by the course of
thought here attempted. Building and thinking are, each in its own way,
inescapable for climbing. The two, however, are also insufficient for climbing so
long as each busies itself with its own affairs in separation, instead of
listening to the other. They are able to listen if both—building and
thinking—belong to climbing, if they remain within their limits and realize
that the one as much as the other comes from the workshop of long experience
and incessant practice.</span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> See René Daumal, <i>Mt. Analogue: A Tale of Non-Euclidean and Symbolically
Authentic Mountaineering Adventures</i>, trans. Carol Cosman (New York:
Overlook Press, 2004).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Martin Heidegger, “The Origin of
the Work of Art,” in <i>Basic Writings</i>, ed.
David Farrell Krell (San Francisco: Harper, 1993), 171.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Gaston Bachelard, <i>Poetics of Space</i>, trans. Maria Jolas
(Boston: Beacon, 1964), 51.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Lao Tzu, <i>Tao Teh Ching</i>, trans. John C. H. Wu (Boston: Shambala, 1989), 23.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> I am coining the word from Ancient
Greek πετροβατικός ‘given to rock-climbing’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> John Ruskin, “Of Mountain Beauty,”
<i>Modern Painters, Volume IV</i>, https://www.gutenberg.org/files/31623/31623-h/31623-h.htm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/Nicola/Documents/Projects/TACT/Building%20Climbing%20Thinking%2034.doc#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></a> The name Hans (John), from Hebrew <i>Yôḥānān</i>, means ‘graced by YHWH [God]’.
Norwegian <i>hell</i>, meaning ‘cave,
overhanging cliff’ and cognate with English<i>
hell</i>, derives from the root <i>*kel- </i>‘to
cover, conceal, save’. So there is something playfully symbolic, at the verbal
level, in the present fact that the hardest route in the world, named <i>Silence</i> and climbed by the tautologously
named Adam Ondra (lit. ‘man man’ or ‘manly man/earth’, from Greek <i>aner</i>, <i>andros</i>, ‘man’ and Hebrew <i>adam</i>,
‘man, human,’ fr. <i>adamah</i>, ‘earth’;
cf. <i>human</i>, fr. root <i>*dhghem-</i>
‘earth’)—“Life wants to climb and to overcome itself by climbing”
(Nietzsche)—hangs there like an open secret upon climbing’s inverted horizon.
Indeed the crux move of <i>Silence</i>,
involving a full body inversion, performs the self-inversion that the spiritual
ascent of man as <i>arbor inversa</i>, “a
plant whose roots are not in earth, but in the heavens” (Plato, <i>Timaeus</i>, 90a), necessarily involves. See
A. B. Chambers, “‘I was but an inverted Tree’: Notes Toward the History of an
Idea,” <i>Studies in the Renaissance</i> 8
(1961): 291-9. In hermetic terms, as “the Fall of Adam [is] the passage from a
spiritual gravitational system . . . to a terrestrial gravitational system,” so
spiritual freedom “live[s] under the sign of celestial gravitation instead of
that of terrestrial gravitation,” via the inversion represented in the figure of
the Hanged Man as symbol of the human reordered according its highest will: “The
other characteristic trait of the spiritual man is that he is upside down. This
means to say, firstly, that the ‘solid ground’ under his feet is found above, whilst
the ground below is only the concern and perception of the head. Secondly, it
means to say that his will is connected with heaven and is found in immediate contact
(not by the intermediary of thought and feeling) with the spiritual world. This
is in such a way that his will ‘knows’ things that the head — his
thinking—still does not know, and so that it is the future, the celestial
designs for the future, which work in and through his will rather than
experience and memory of the past. He is therefore literally the ‘man of the
future’, the final cause being the element activating his will. He is the ‘man
of desire’ . . . the man whose will is set high, above the powers of the head
—above thought, imagination and memory” (Anonymous, <i>Meditations on the Tarot: A Journey into Christian Hermeticism</i>,
trans. Robert Powell [New York: Putnam, 1985], 316). Similarly, Aleister
Crowley’s brief guide of 1898 to the Y-Boulder at Wasdale Head lists twenty-two
problems, the first and last being inverted variations of “The Easy Way”: “1.
The Easy Way . . . 22. The Easy Way.
Feet first. Face inwards” (John Gill, <i>Origins
of Bouldering</i>, http://www128.pair.com/r3d4k7/Bouldering_History1.1a.html). “The
way up and the way down are one and the same” (<i>Heraclitus: The Complete Fragments</i>, trans. William Harris, n.p.,
2010).<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pierre
Jean François Turpin, The Primal Plant [</span><i>Urpflanze</i><span style="font-family: inherit;">],
1837</span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others only a Green
thing that stands in the way . . . to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination Nature
is Imagination itself. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">– William Blake</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Inside
the horizon of every line, green is looking for green. The eye of eye is green.
Closing my eyes, I gaze out looking for you through myself, and I grow green.
Greenness of the eye of the heart. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It
is not a simple thing to think this greenness. The matter of color is so
mysteriously specific, an appearance stronger than its own fact. How to grasp green
without following thinking into falling for seeing it as <i>color of</i>, without losing its real quality among the vines of
association? It is a question of understanding greenness according to its own
literality, of reading it like a letter, of spelling it like a word. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This
one may do by staying with the hyperliterality and non-arbitrariness of Blake’s
image, its itself-ness. Here, where truth is seen right on the surface, the
tree is not simply an example of nature as imagination, but its very likeness,
its species. Nature is a green thing that stands in the way because imagination
<i>is</i> green. Thus we approach inversely a
properly intellectual vision, that which “touches on things which do not have
any images that are like them without actually being what they are.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Such hyperliteral seeing may
be conceived as a vision through no one, via the deep-flat immediacy of a
paradoxically questioning presence ‘who’ apparently already understands, as per
Augustine’s well-known reflection on time: “What <i>is</i> time? If no one [<i>nemo</i>]
asks of me, I know; if I want to explain it to someone asking, I do not know.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> This <i>nemo</i> (from <i>ne</i> + <i>homo</i>) is the inhumanity of a too-close vision
that touches, plant-like, what it cannot see precisely by simply seeing it. It
is an order of understanding requiring precisely that <i>no one</i> ask the question, a non-asking asker ‘who’ <i>is</i> the presence of imagination itself, its
species. So we find in Michael Marder’s fortuitous formulation of our blindness
to plant intelligence the perfect corollary to Blake’s tree of imagination: “Imagine
a being capable of processing, remembering, and sharing information—a being
with potentialities proper to it and a world of its own . . . most of us will think
of a human person, some will associate it with an animal, and <i>virtually no one’s imagination</i> will
conjure up a plant.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Species:
image-growth of the entity, face of an essence, appearance of true self-imitation—the
spice of being. Image (from the root *<i>aim-</i>
‘copy’) and greenness (from the root <i>*ghre-</i>
‘grow’) converge in the auto-mimetic nature of growth. Thus Goethe begins <i>The Metamorphosis of Plants</i>: “Anyone who
has paid even a little attention to plant growth will readily see that certain
external parts of the plant undergo frequent change and take on the shape of
the adjacent parts—sometimes fully, sometimes more, and sometimes less.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Green is the species of
imagination, its spice. Imagination tastes green.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To
observe more clearly the verdant idea of the image, consider Augustine’s
description of the three levels of vision (corporeal, imaginal, intellectual)
as a picture of plant-like growth: “When you read, <i>You shall love your neighbor as yourself</i> (Mark 12:31), three kinds
of vision take place: one with the eyes, when you see the actual letters;
another with the human spirit, by which you think of your neighbor even though
he is not there; a third with the attention of the mind, by which you
understand and look at love itself.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Vision greens, sprouting forth
in three unified orders not unlike the form of a plant. Corporeal, objective
vision, that which sees surface or what cannot be seen through, touches the
image as <i>leaf</i>. Imaginal, mediated
vision, that which sees transparently via the subtle lines seen by seeing
through, touches the image as <i>stem</i>.
Intellectual, immediate vision, that which sees the very form of the seen,
neither without seeing through it nor with seeing through it (or both), in
other words seeing the thing directly through itself, touches the image as <i>root</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Once
again the specific example—the second part of love’s ‘double law’<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>—is more than example,
being specularly paradigmatic of vision as the movement and manifestation of
will. The love seen in seeing <i>love </i>mirrors
and is mirrored by love’s seeing per se. Likewise, the three levels of vision
are themselves conceptually evident in the conspicuous text: in the objective fact
of the neighbor (from the root <i>*bheue-</i>
‘to be, exist, grow’) or one who dwells near (<i>plēsion</i>, <i>proximus</i>), in the
meditating fact of the likeness (from the root <i>*lik</i>- ‘body, form; like, same’) between oneself and neighbor, and
in the immediate fact of self-love.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> The neighborliness of
seeing reflects vision as a force occurring through the mirror of love, via the
first unseen image of itself—like the gap between <i>conatus</i> and <i>connatus</i>, twixt
one’s inborn gravity for oneself and the non-autonomous withness of one’s birth.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
unitary, divine fact of love—“Love is the reflection of God’s unity in the
world of duality. It constitutes the entire significance of creation”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>—is imaginally present through
the law of love in plant form. Seen in this way, in the moment of Augustine’s <i>picking</i> of this example, the three-fold order
of vision becomes a revelation of the second commandment as graft of the first.
As image grows mimetically via the cut-and-splice process of self-copying into
the very synthesis of vision that sees a thing all at once in gross, subtle,
and mental dimension, so does the image’s verdant structure here expose the
second part of love’s double law as a cutting of love itself, the living image
of the will to love the One as love. “I am the vine, you are the branches”
(John 15:5).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And
in the original articulation of the first commandment, we see a similar
representation of the various levels of being synthesized by the power of a
unifying force: “you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with
all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength” (Mark
12:30). Likewise, Dante’s account of the double necessity of love of self and
love of God conspicuously deploys the locution of cutting (division, decision)
to express the indi<i>visibility</i> of amorous
vision: “Or, perché mai non può da la salute / amor del suo subietto volger
viso, / da l’odio proprio son le cose tute; / e perché intender non si può
diviso, / e per sé stante, alcuno esser dal primo, / da quello odiare ogne
effetto è deciso” (<i>Purgatorio</i>
17.106-11).<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[12]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
Impossibility of self-hatred is the identical, unquestionable twin of severance
from hating God.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[13]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Love
as the rhyme (from root <i>*sreu-</i> ‘to
flow’) flowing between sight and color: “No white nor red was ever seen / So
am’rous as this lovely green.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[14]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Love as greenness of
beauty’s eye, of the image that <i>sees</i>,
seizing one by its look, the color of the species as flower of imagination: “The
plant that achieves only stunted flowers in the relentless struggle for existence,
having been released from this struggle by a stroke of good fortune, <i>suddenly looks at us with the eye of beauty</i>.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[15]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Or as Meister Eckhart
says, also with respect to the extrahumanity of vision, “All creatures are
green in God.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[16]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
Being the alterative of pink or rose, the generic red-cum-white of living
beauty and non-spectral color perceived as if between the high and low ends of
the rainbow (white light minus green equals pink),<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[17]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> green is the presence of
the absence of the spectrum’s unity within itself, the index of the will that curves
it into infinity. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
self/world-annihilative power of love’s vision—“Annihilating all that’s
made / To a green thought in a green shade”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[18]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>—concerns an absolute and
unendurable interfaciality, the divine revelation of universe as mirror. At the
intolerable summit of Narcissus’s specular torture, finally liquifying in the
fire of love—“sic attentuatus amore / liquitur et tecto paullatim carpitur igni”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[19]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>—the lover surrenders into
the green to become a flower: “ille caput viridi fessum submisit in herba, /
lumina mors clausit domini mirantia formam” [he laid down his weary head in the
green grass and death closed the bright eyes marveling upon their master’s
beauty].<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[20]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
In the end everyone follows their heart, dies into the reality behind beauty’s
dream. As Klima writes in <i>Glorious
Nemesis</i>, “But what the mind does not believe, the heart does. And in the
end the intellect does, too; what else is left for it to do?”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[21]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Green
is the color of man’s most properly eyeless neighbor—the manifest appearance of
vision as a naturally <i>missing</i> power: “We
speak of privation . . . if something has not one of the attributes which a
thing might naturally have, even if this thing itself would not naturally have
it, e.g. a plant is said to be <i>deprived
of eyes</i>.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[22]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span>
Being somewhere in the middle of the rainbow, in the midst of the spectrum
visible to humans, green reflects the heart as the omnipresent medium or
general line of being: “my heart, where I am whoever/whatever I am.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[23]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> It is the spectral aura
of the ghostly eros of all things, their being ( )here in all the creaturely fullness
of uncircumscribable restlessness and indeterminacy: “For you have made us for
yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[24]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> So in the impressional
order of experience, green corresponds to the intensity of <i>longing</i>: “All thoughts, words and acts cause sanskaras or
impressions on one’s mind. Sanskaras are of seven different colors, the same as
those of a rainbow . . . Intense spiritual longing gives rise to sanskaras of
the green color. Just as red sanskaras are the worst, so the green ones are the
best.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[25]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> As if seeing with eyes
one naturally misses, longing grows through the distance of its own missingness
towards the presence of what would only be missed more were it present.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[26]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“<i>Seek his face always</i> [Psalm 104.4], let
not the finding of the beloved put an end to the love-inspired search; but as
love grows, so let the search for the one already found become more intense.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[27]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> The search that never
ends is green—the looking of imagination itself or that which stands everywhere
in the middle with an eye for the whole. The gravity of green corresponds to
the color spectrum’s vital center, a location at once for the above and of the
below. So is the weight of every image double. Image, forever undecidably inside
and outside the eye, <i>looks</i>
simultaneously into and beyond one’s vision. Seeing no one, lacking the eyes
whereby it sees, the green life of imagination searches through every face,
growing beyond all someone ever seen. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the radically individual fact of one’s human form gives too-literal witness to
its being envisioned by one without eyes to see it,<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[28]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> so does the green reality
of imagination, this actual reflection of our missing eyes, lure one to outgrow
the fantasy of identity and rest in the limitlessness of a will freer than one’s
own—that most ancient love alone capable of creating the unimaginably new. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Public domain image. Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Urpflanze.png<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Augustine, <i>On Genesis</i>, trans. Edmund Hill (Hyde Park, NY: New City Press,
2002), 470.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “Quid est ergo tempus? Si nemo ex
me quaerat, scio; si quaerenti explicare velim, nescio” (Augustine, <i>Confessions</i>, 11.14.17, http://faculty.georgetown.edu/jod/conf/).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Michael Marder, <i>Grafts: Writings on Plants</i> (Minneapois:
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[5]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, <i>The Metamorphosis of Plants</i>, trans.
Douglas Miller (Cambridge, MA: MIT Press, 2009), 5.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[6]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Cf. Marder’s discussion of the
vegetal nature of imaginal freedom in terms of ‘crude taste’ of first play:
“The material freedom of imagination is the echo of vegetal freedom in human
beings, but so is the formal aesthetic play-drive, indifferent to the real
existence of its object. To let the plant in us flourish, to give free reign to
imagination in its materiality, we should forget the formality of ‘high
culture,’ which corresponds to the upper tier of play, and to abandon ourselves
to what Schiller decries as crude taste: ‘first seizing on what is new and
startling, gaudy, fantastic and bizarre, what is violent and wild.’ Nietzsche’s
Dionysian art, itself linked to the intoxicating power of a plant (the
fermented grape), is no doubt crucial to this appeal, as is Deleuze and
Guattari’s take on ‘drunkenness as a triumphant irruption of the plant in us’”
(Michael Marder, <i>Plant Thinking: A
Philosophy of Vegetal Life</i> [New York: Columbia, 2013], 146). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[7]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Augustine, <i>On Genesis</i>, 470.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn8">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[8]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “’Which commandment is the first
of all?’ Jesus answered, ‘The first is, “Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the
Lord is one; and you shall love the Lord your God with
all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all
your strength.” The second is this, “You shall love your neighbor as
yourself.” There is no greater commandment than these’” (Mark 12:30-1).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn9">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[9]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Cf. “There can . . . be no bodily
vision without the spiritual, seeing that the moment contact is made with a
body by a sense of the body, some such thing is also produced in the spirit,
not to be exactly what the body is, but to be like it; and if this were not
produced, neither would there be than sensation by which extraneous things
present are sensed” (Augustine, <i>On
Genesis</i>, 492). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn10">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[10]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> William Desmond addresses this
dimension—and the separation it inspires—in terms of porosity: “The <i>conatus essendi</i> takes shape as the will
to self-determination, but in doing so forgets its own more original <i>passio essendi</i> which is itself as more
intimately and vulnerably porous . . . The selving on the surface of
self-determination thus tries to snip the umbilical cord that ties it to its
own soul—and no nourishment from the womb of the porosity comes up to it, even
though in this, all its endeavor is still an affair of being ‘birthed with’ (<i>con-natus</i>)” (William Desmond, “Soul
Music and Soul-less Selving,” in <i>The
Resounding Soul</i>, eds. Eric Austin Lee and Samuel Kimbriel [Cambridge: James
Clarke & Co., 2016], 377).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn11">
<div class="MsoFootnoteTextCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[11]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Meher Baba, <i>Discourses</i>, revised 6th ed., 4 vols. (North Myrtle Beach, SC:
Sheriar Foundation, 2007), I.169.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[12]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Dante Alighieri, <i>The Divine Comedy</i>, (Princeton, NJ:
Princeton University Press, 1977. [Now, because love cannot turn its sight from
the well-being of its subject, all things are safe from self-hatred; and
because there is no being that can be conceived as existing all by itself and
severed from the first, every creature from hatred of that one is cut off.]<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn13">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[13]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “No one hates himself. And,
indeed, this principle was never questioned by any sect” (Augustine, <i>On Christian Doctrine</i>, trans. D. W.
Robertson [New York: Macmillan, 1958], 20). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[14]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Andrew Marvell, “The Garden,”
lines 17-8, in <i>Poems and Letters</i>, ed.
H. M. Margoliouth, 2 vols. (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1927), I.48. Thanks to Tom
Haviv for reminding me of this poem. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[15]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Friedrich Nietzsche, <i>Writings from the Early Notebooks</i>,
trans. Ladislaus Löb (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2009), 36. Marder
comments: “The absence of a conceptually mediated meaning does not signal the
voiding of sense in the flower that represents nothing, but conversely
announces a shift in the directionality of sense . . . The beautiful flower
ceases to be an object of human regard, instead looking at us with the
de-subjectivated and impersonal ‘eye of beauty’ because we do not exactly need
it” (<i>Plant-Thinking</i>, 141). Cf.
Narcissus as bound by the impossible actuality of the image’s love of him:
“Admit it, the gaze is really too much. Who can withstand it? No one shall see
me and live. That must be why Narcissus never stops spontaneously lying to
himself about his reflection, never ceases to fall in love with his own image,
seeing neither that it is an image nor his . . . How eternally precious those
passing moments, when the gaze opens itself a little more and sees, by some
unfathomable magic or trick of the abyss which if you gaze long into it gazes
back into you (N), that the image is no less in love with Narcissus” (Nicola
Masciandaro, “On the Gaze,” in <i>Dante |
Hafiz: Readings on the Sigh, the Gaze, and Beauty</i>, eds. Masciandaro and
Tekten [New York: KAF, 2017], 59). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn16">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[16]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “The prophet says, ‘God will lead
His sheep into a green pasture.’ The sheep is simple, and so are they who are
simplified to one. One master says that heaven's course can nowhere be so
readily observed as in simple animals: they guilelessly accept the influence of
heaven, as do children with no minds of their own. But those folk who are
clever and full of ideas, they are carried away in a proliferation of things.
So our Lord promised to feed his sheep on the mountain on green grass. All
creatures are green in God” (Meister Eckhart, <i>The Complete Mystical Works</i>, trans. Maurice O’C Walshe [New York:
Crossroad Publishing, 2009], 459). Observe how the passage performs the
unifying simplicity of vision by immediately transferring the color of the
pasture to the creature partaking of it. This is a good example of what I have elsewhere
termed “animal mysticism,” wherein the stupid immediacy of animal awareness is
used to figure the depth of apophatic illumination; see “Unknowing Animals,” <i>Speculations: Journal of Speculative Realism
</i>2 (2011): 228-44.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn17">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[17]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> See, “There is No Pink Light,” http://youtu.be/S9dqJRyk0YM.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn18">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[18]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Andrew Marvell, “The Garden,”
lines 47-8.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn19">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[19]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Ovid, <i>Metamorphoses</i>, trans. Frank Justus Miller, 2 vols. (Cambridge, MA:
Harvard University Press, 1966), III.489-90.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn20">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[20]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Where others prefer the past tense
here—e.g. Mandelbaum’s “eyes that had been captured by the beauty of their
master” (Ovid, <i>Metamorphoses</i>, trans.
Allen Mandelbaum [New York: Harvest, 1993], 97)—I translate ‘mirantia’ in the
literality of its present so as capture the total liminality of this moment
wherein Narcissus’s eyes, still gazing upon themselves in the mirror of
imagination, hold open the possibility of his soul’s attainment, via death to
his identity, of a higher self-knowledge and more continuous vision of beauty. So
the greenness that receives his dying head touches the vitality of death itself,
its being an inherent mode and instrument of life rather than its opposite. As
Rudolf Steiner observed, “green is the lifeless image of life,” in the sense of
the qualitative visibility of the invisible life living through lifeless
matter: “Life itself we do not perceive. We perceive plants because they
contain the lifeless substances. And because of this they are green” (“Colours
as Revelations of the Psychic in the World,” http://wn.rsarchive.org/). Vital
and deathly, green is sign of the life that lives through what lacks it, the tint
of soul elevating itself from matter, the tone of animal growing itself through
mineral. So is it the color of love as will refusing the boundary—or encompassing
the continuity—between life and death. Like Criseyde nearly dying of love-sorrow
in Troilus’s arms: “O Jove, I deye, and mercy I beseche! / Help, Troilus!” And
therwithal hire face / Upon his brest she leyde and loste speche – / Hire woful
spirit from his propre place, / Right with the word, alwey o poynt to pace. / And
thus she lith with hewes pale and grene, /That whilom fressh and fairest was to
sene” (Geoffrey Chaucer, <i>Troilus and
Criseyde</i>, IV.1149-55, in <i>The
Riverside Chaucer</i>, ed. Larry D. Benson [Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1987]). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn21">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[21]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Ladislav Klima, <i>Glorious Nemesis</i>, trans. Marek Tomin
(Prague: Twisted Spoon Press, 2011), 64.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[22]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Aristotle, <i>Metaphysics</i>, 1022b, in <i>The
Complete Works of Aristotle</i>, ed. Jonathan Barnes, 2 vols. (Princeton:
Princeton University Press, 1984), II.78, italics mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[23]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “[C]or meum, ubi ego sum quicumque
sum” (Augustine, <i>Confessions</i>, 10.3.4).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn24">
<div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[24]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “[Q]uia fecisti nos ad te et
inquietum est cor nostrum donec requiescat in te” (Augustine, <i>Confessions</i>, 1.1.1).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[25]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Meher Baba, <i>Meher Message</i>,
2:7, p. 8 (July 1930), quoted in <i>Life
Eternal</i>, “Sanskaras,” http://www.meherbabadnyana.net/life_eternal/Book_One/Sanskaras.htm.
See Nicola Masciandaro, “The Inverted Rainbow: A Note on the Spiritual
Significance of the Color Spectrum,” https://www.academia.edu/10834707/The_Inverted_Rainbow_A_Note_on_the_Spiritual_Significance_of_the_Color_Spectrum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[26]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “Longing does not diminish when
the subject is present to what is missing, but rather increases” (David
Appelbaum, <i>The Delay of the Heart</i> [Albany,
NY: State University of New York Press, 2001], 143). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[27]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> Augustine, <i>Expositions of the
Psalms</i>, trans. Maria Boulding, 6 vols. (Hyde Park, NY: New City Press,
2003), 5.186.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="line-height: 107%;">[28]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span> “The prehuman forms through which
it [the soul] has to pass before it can incarnate in the human form are
innumerable. Strictly speaking there is only one form—the human form—which is
latent in all of the previous forms. The mineral, the plant and the animal
forms actually contain the human form in its latent state, and this is
gradually and increasingly manifested until it is at last completely expressed
as a human being in a human body” (Meher Baba, <i>God Speaks: The Theme of Creation and Its Purpose</i>, [New York: Dodd,
Mead & Co., 1973], 188).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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