Nature harbors no opinions;
it is we who think of her.
We make sentience
of her indifference, and we communicate
by engineering, adjectives, and awesome
violence. When I arrive
at the island, my soul
will harbor no opinions.
I’ll stop my car
where sea-air and sand-light
become one perception,
all the world my affections, stitched together
by a muster of billboards, the dizzying gulls,
and a drawbridge open in prayer.
i drew gag on a broken t.v. with chalk yesterday
Did we want it? We wanted something…
It’s very long, but your mind might explode. Several times.
How deep can language reach? Would you believe that arbitrary grammatical rules shaped the Roman gods of dawn and dusk?
“Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.”
― Gary Snyder