| Welcome, then,
Dear Prometheus
into the cult of "fool".
Only that which is decipherable will be understood.
Some, to that effect, choose to cipher.
Others, choose to understand.
Relativity, my brother means we can never disagree. You disagree with my mind and thus we are the same. So, where is One fault to find, with neither left to blame?
I am fading quickly, sir, from authoritarian scholasticism into thorough enjoyment and a loose grasp of the mystery itself.
This post, to decipher (*wink)
is a play of words about the question/ answer conundrum.
A question is a statement. It states an unknowing or a self-perception of unknowing.
The answer is but a version of the question, as it addresses the phenomena at hand, equally.
You stand between the echo and the shout, one delivered, one received. Before the shout was ushered forth, there was silence. After, silence still. In that the question and answer cancel each other as in an input/output algorithm, the silence was essentially unbroken. (It lay beneath, undisturbed as it were)
There is always more. You stated a truth that I have chosen to ellaborate upon as if it were a question.
Before shouting, I recommend that you expect an equal and opposite echo, as the parameters of the chasm before you define how loud you must yell and how clear the echo will be in return.
Does a question exist?
Not until asked?
Not until conceived? And from what is it borne of?
It's answer, of course.
The silence between an echo and a shout is your true self. Peaceful.
Knowing. Smiling. Frowning.
I only plant seeds in furrowed brows
I furrow brows as I please.
Much
Dadoo
-about nothing.
Heartbeat, the only song
you will not hear
until it's gone. |