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we are but metaphors in the mind of God
alluding to something it itself cannot contain
that it itself cannot explain
abstractness is an understatement
for it strives towards a concept
which has no symbols
we are but metaphors of a thought
:flailing:
in between meaning and knowing
for knowledge doesn't exist but then why does existence?
a wisp of being living within imagination we are
impermanence or not, such things are foolish
meaning never was possessed by its owner
an illusion contained for restless minds
for reason and understanding are self-contained
repetitive, recursive, self-satisfying
nonsense, sense or no sense - an axiom
mingled within mysteries is some truth
to some question that cannot be thought of
or that cannot be dealt with
:helpless:
the circle is prisoner to itself
aching to break free or struggling to vanish
everything or nothing
does distinction have any value left?
an assertion to itself
the circle remains in an eternal embrace
of itself or of what it can't be
isn't it all the same?
for the circle, the shape, the mind, the I
what purpose is served
by the distinction it cannot deny
the conflict within, outside or pervading throughout
and yet
a gentle motion contained in a moment
provides the thesis towards
a beautiful symphony
the tune delights within an immaterial realm
subtle quantities of epiphany, enlightenment
traverse the spectrum of ignorant and omniscient
a distinction created
what motion does my circle have?
:intrinsic:
the differences multiply
words and symbols comply
our thoughts, our minds cannot escape
such innate designs
where would they escape to?
to grasp the complexity of a subject
explicitly divergent from itself
given that both form the system equivalently
to be ignorant and omniscient
how is that achieved?
are our definitions the creation of discord and harmony
and reality
:dynamic:
changing to satisfy every entity's perception
we are but flares of a thoughtless pursuit
forgotten or not; we shouldn't be remembered
would we want to remember ourselves?
discord, disunited, a few with hope
hope for what?
for a cohesion of divergence!
beckoning the end of consciousness, the end of our reality it is
a new one begins, doesn't, is, isn't
doesn't really matter
we are what is