"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, January 11, 2014

Lines of Reality 

"What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love..."
~ Bruce Springsteen, Devils and Dust



"In the fields of the lord
Stood Abel and Cain
Cain slew Abel 'neath the black rain
At night he couldn't stand the guilt or the blame
So he gave it a name..."
~ Bruce Springsteen, Gave It A Name



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



(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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