You seek for “truth”:
for the origin of being,
the thing in itself,
but either don’t look hard
enough,
or waste time looking
in the wrong spot.
It’s right here:
the meaning is no recipe,
it is not the history of a dish
to be rehashed at leisure
to impress special friends.
What a double-edged sword
is imagination!
The way you classify a thing
in theory doesn’t change its lifestyle;
it makes no difference,
one way or the other,
what you choose to call it
when you think it’s out of the room.
To imagine that a thing exists
because we think of it,
and blinks away to nothingness
once it slips our minds
imposes a two-dimensional framework
on the world
wherein our consciousness
is the only proof of life.
You see the dog on your lap.
You see the ant at your foot.
How stupid is that supposition?
24 FEB 2017
