Yet hard to seize.
Where there is danger,
The rescue grows as well."
-- Holderlin from Patmos
But where the rescue grows,
So there is also the danger.
The panacea that overlooks what it can't fix.
The optimism that sets up its own demise.
It is hard to understand the good,
To know the one god
Because the good is not pure,
And the divine is not one.
It is more than one who is waiting.
And the waiters are confused and conflicted.
Not really sure who they are waiting for, or why.
It is not just a script;
It is reality as well.
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The sun shines on the nothing new
Which is not in the least bit strange.
It is only odd,
To those that expect change.
And those often assume the new is some salvation,
even if just from boredom.
It moves us forward
Which is always better.
The movement always leaves behind its origin,
And so it often misses its target.
Once it has gained its momentum,
It is no longer in the same reality that shaped it.
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Like our technology
(which we worship and take as our ideal)
we don't understand
we simply do
things are accomplished or finished
but they are not completed
we have little ability to judge them
without understanding we are only guessing
throwing things against the wall
(a canvas or on to a newsfeed)
to see if they get a reaction
but the reaction is no more comprehensible or thought through
than the throwing
Creatures of habit, and little--if anything--more.
"Habit is the great deadener."
And what is more habitual than being dead?
It is a habit that consumes and defines everything you do once you have it.
And it is the hardest habit to break, impossible.
So stay well awake...
