I Am An Argument

But not the argument.

In ancient Rome, a slave accompanied a military commander in his triumphal chariot.

His duties?

To hold a laurel crown over the conqueror’s head.

And whisper in his ear:

‘Remember, you are mortal!’

Similarly, a triumphant arguer might free the ego they are slave to by repeatedly telling themselves:

Remember, it was only an argument.

AM IS THE MEASURE

I am an argument.

But not the argument.

Not the physical manifestation of a particular argument.

You concede that the particular is not the universal —

The imminent transcendent —

Everywhere except here.

In argument.

There, you mistake the arguer for the idea they are advancing.

Regard them as its personification.

So, defending natural justice against law, say, you believe I have become natural justice.

Its embodiment.

That if I lose/win, it isn’t down to my memory —

Mood —