Tesselation
Out of Context n°696
“You are not your own, for there is no one to behold that which is. It’s just that — a system struggling to identify itself, it hovers in perpetual motion like the scale of war and peace. See now. This pain is suffered. This joy is enjoyed. It has identified itself as being the brake in the impulse: ‘Surely this inertia of reflexes and personality can be managed? Let me prove to the world and to selfhood that this fountain of control exists within, that my being is none but its source.’ Yet to brake is an impulse all its own and when the balance tumbles over, the roles soon are reversed: ‘Let me prove that choices made by the system are none but mine, they have none but a source, and as I tread on the fine-line, and as I perish at my own hand, let the world realise that I am divine in all directions.’ Oh, but would it ever hear those words — that divinity is the contour of absence? Let it deny, for in denial it walks home.”
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Written on April 22nd, 2022.
