"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, June 9, 2012

Lines Of Reality...

To seep between the lines of reality
To fall into the crevice of time
To bleed translucent imagination
Cutting creativity to its core and eviscerating knowledge
Until it disintegrates and its edifice crumbles into the sea of being

The interpretation of Babel
Strewn in hermeneutical squalor
Muted string of maligned words
Meaning languishing in mumbled syllables
To know Babel is to know the infinite ineffable silence
In which, “…all things are permissible…”
Nothing not known by humanity, “…nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them.”

So now
Forever tumbling in the architect’s maze of epistemological black holes
And it is here we die
In the search
On the journey
For truth on the cartography of our consciousness and unconsciousness
Uncharted collective uncertainty



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