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Be Imperfect and DieBe imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient constellations,With their stick-figure constancyfixed in the heavens.No! Forgive this conception and transcend it.Be a real constellation:Burning, ever-moving and gloriousfor your never-waiting, yourindifference to the supplicationof that old, inquiring organwhich churns inside youbut would petrify the churning.Be imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient spring,which pushes life…
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And What of All This Swirling?And what of all this swirling?To see life always in reflectionOn the eye to which I hold myselfAnd when until its stopping?Can I hold for longer stillWith all I know awash?And essence—what to knowAnd what to let slip through—When will it matter?Time—to hold and time forAll. But what—and more,For whom?…
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One thing we can know is that we are questioning As we question the nature of reality, we have very little that is unassailable upon which to build answers. One thing that we can be sure of, though, is our own questioning. What, if anything, can the fact of our questioning itself tell us about…
The Trinitarian Mystery 