(Written 03/16/2021 — This was inspired, in large part, by James True at that time. This episode inspires me to share it, here and now. I hope it reads as contiguous to the theme of #355)
I am, the Psychophysical Israel, and the Existential Ba’al
It was a corporate scheme,
To cleave reality into two.
A dissonant divination;
A clever daemon;
The first fallacious facsimile;
Closest to suitable for the corporeal;
Almost a beauty;
Almost achieving aptness to purpose;
But it’s fruit bore an appetite for avarice.
Thy Universe determined,
“Acculturated form,” to be sterile facade.
Powers and their visages rise and fall.
Stories built and buried;
From ‘truth’,
To ‘the truth’,
Cascaded a deluge of qualifiers.
Yet life prevails, paramount.
It’s beauty exceeds.
It’s ugliness exceeds.
How long has the game gone on?
Master and slave;
Corporate and corporeal;
Husk and pith;
The breaking,
The bleeding,
The cutting,
The feeding.
Am I missing this price,
When I look to the seedling?
Is it death —
The only progenitor of pabulum, for living?
No.
Ideation is Thy creature.
Logos is Thy wellspring,
Out of which, life spills from point-source.
Death does not constitute life’s negation.
Fluctuation is our afterthought.
I measured the matter.
I chased the trailing ripple,
Of word’s organic wake.
But, now, I remember.
I must realize.
I am the psychophysical Israel, and the existential Ba’al.
(Much like the consonant “J” is said to have been misapplied to meanings that preceded it, I have come to understand that “Israel” is a term that is newer than the ideas I am applying it to.”)
(Written 03/16/2021 — This was inspired, in large part, by James True at that time. This episode inspires me to share it, here and now. I hope it reads as contiguous to the theme of #355)
I am, the Psychophysical Israel, and the Existential Ba’al
It was a corporate scheme,
To cleave reality into two.
A dissonant divination;
A clever daemon;
The first fallacious facsimile;
Closest to suitable for the corporeal;
Almost a beauty;
Almost achieving aptness to purpose;
But it’s fruit bore an appetite for avarice.
Thy Universe determined,
“Acculturated form,” to be sterile facade.
Powers and their visages rise and fall.
Stories built and buried;
From ‘truth’,
To ‘the truth’,
Cascaded a deluge of qualifiers.
Yet life prevails, paramount.
It’s beauty exceeds.
It’s ugliness exceeds.
How long has the game gone on?
Master and slave;
Corporate and corporeal;
Husk and pith;
The breaking,
The bleeding,
The cutting,
The feeding.
Am I missing this price,
When I look to the seedling?
Is it death —
The only progenitor of pabulum, for living?
No.
Ideation is Thy creature.
Logos is Thy wellspring,
Out of which, life spills from point-source.
Death does not constitute life’s negation.
Fluctuation is our afterthought.
I measured the matter.
I chased the trailing ripple,
Of word’s organic wake.
But, now, I remember.
I must realize.
I am the psychophysical Israel, and the existential Ba’al.
(Much like the consonant “J” is said to have been misapplied to meanings that preceded it, I have come to understand that “Israel” is a term that is newer than the ideas I am applying it to.”)
Israel – who wrestles with God
Duality that’s what they have done to pay for the debt/sins of the tertium quid.