Occasional Folds

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one cannot be defined if you never land anywhere.
one cannot be truly known if the self is always dissolved into process.
one cannot be tested by contact with the irreducible if there is no self.
 

one can even call it depth.. but depth requires a bottom and there is no bottom if you never land — only the blurry cotton spikes. Bereft of"self".

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Not a question with an answer. A question that describes.


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…supposed to be dead for a while, in the meantime living vividly beside the glorious dead. What survived there? what was left after? Yeah, go dig deep into politics, drag your fancy ethics down to the underworld while exhaling them from the heavens; fight for your green cause - do it so thoroughly that your "one substance" can breath(e) - into your helpless ethics, and sit with your Angst, make yourself believe it's only to "protect" the vulnerable.

Haven't you arrived yet? Come closer, then - to be found, to be lost, to rewrite every state you died for, to reach the yet-unbroken reality, once again.

Now: how does your performed depth look from your hungry abyss?

Me? The abyss has no favorites...

(3x Alt + 0151, lazy lazy lady)



(to be unpacked)

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