Remember when Sextus said
we couldn’t know anything
because of the shapes
of our eyes?
When I kick ladders out from under me I fall.
There is no equivalent to
“to thunder” for
lightning. We may say
“it lightens”, which technically means
something else but essentially means
the same thing—a buildup of
electricity is released.
I catch a moment, here, there,
between thundering when,
things lighten.
Our very eyes condemn us.
The “I” is not within our field of vision.
We cannot see ourselves.
The “I” is a convenient grammatical construct but
otherwise meaningless.
Everything is meaningless.
Still there are clearings, small patches of
forest ground penetrated by sun where
it lightens.
If you begin with immanence you
end with immanence if you begin with
material you end with material, nothing
from nothing, from nothing, from
nothing, from nothing, from nothing,
from nothing.
And so on.
EWV
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