love couldnt withstand
this metabolism what chance
does reason have thus knocked about
that every breath disturbs
the undigested matter that
pestilentially bubbles
in the bilebog of the intestine
and the beating of the heart
is a battle won at the point of death
every breath squeezed of its juice
in the pancreas a corrosive reminder
of what cost it is to be alive
in my line of business, it is safe to say that we have to make with a working knowledge of english. be that as it may we have to use oodles of self-charitableness to even seriously analyse that proposition for every turn of the argument is fraught with foible and charged with fate. fate here seen as a mechanism akin to the incompleteness theorem in that it is beset with an inherent snag which nonetheless can be defined as the lynchpin of the entire shebang. that is, in mathematical terms, from what i gather, to say, there is only so much which is provable in mathematics, whatever the system, the unprovability of the rest is the guarantee of its opposite in the provable. which is to say in a manner of speaking that is provable which appears so to the most number of people, for anyone who can use the same protocols to come up with something inexplicable has added a limitation to the tools which can in this light be considered as standing on agreement for what if the new articulation was so superior in design as to order a complete overhaul of the earlier consensus. but what then about truth qua truth. of course im no longer talking about my line of business, that is irrelevant suddenly under the blows of the cruel subterfuge of existence, hits that land in the blind dark on the nose mostly. but what then of the truth. does the sovereign, pristine, piercing light exist. that in which everything appears as it is. how far is the perception of truth limited by the vehicle of experience. that truth then appears most true that appears true without appearing true. that is if it appears true then that conception is borne of sensory mediation and thus very very susceptible to manipulation. but what doesnt appear true has a very good chance of not having had to go through some kind of tweaking to give that impression. the human being project had better be thought out all over again.
i will first shut
all the books and
turn all the lights off
till the blind can pretend
they can see and then
then i will prove
the existence of god
the illusory potential of reality
as the best which is so
before it is better
this metabolism what chance
does reason have thus knocked about
that every breath disturbs
the undigested matter that
pestilentially bubbles
in the bilebog of the intestine
and the beating of the heart
is a battle won at the point of death
every breath squeezed of its juice
in the pancreas a corrosive reminder
of what cost it is to be alive
in my line of business, it is safe to say that we have to make with a working knowledge of english. be that as it may we have to use oodles of self-charitableness to even seriously analyse that proposition for every turn of the argument is fraught with foible and charged with fate. fate here seen as a mechanism akin to the incompleteness theorem in that it is beset with an inherent snag which nonetheless can be defined as the lynchpin of the entire shebang. that is, in mathematical terms, from what i gather, to say, there is only so much which is provable in mathematics, whatever the system, the unprovability of the rest is the guarantee of its opposite in the provable. which is to say in a manner of speaking that is provable which appears so to the most number of people, for anyone who can use the same protocols to come up with something inexplicable has added a limitation to the tools which can in this light be considered as standing on agreement for what if the new articulation was so superior in design as to order a complete overhaul of the earlier consensus. but what then about truth qua truth. of course im no longer talking about my line of business, that is irrelevant suddenly under the blows of the cruel subterfuge of existence, hits that land in the blind dark on the nose mostly. but what then of the truth. does the sovereign, pristine, piercing light exist. that in which everything appears as it is. how far is the perception of truth limited by the vehicle of experience. that truth then appears most true that appears true without appearing true. that is if it appears true then that conception is borne of sensory mediation and thus very very susceptible to manipulation. but what doesnt appear true has a very good chance of not having had to go through some kind of tweaking to give that impression. the human being project had better be thought out all over again.
i will first shut
all the books and
turn all the lights off
till the blind can pretend
they can see and then
then i will prove
the existence of god
the illusory potential of reality
as the best which is so
before it is better
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