Wherefore
what we believe is what we become,
and what we Are is what we have Forgotten:
Whereas,
as Begat gives way to Self-begetting,
even Logic must be subjected to the Will:
Whereby
thoughts are things and things are waves
beyond the Father-machine's comprehension:
Wherein
faith in science and progress yield a sickly life
devoid of personal meaning, a suckling of experts:
Whereof
prevailing views are reinforced by shame,
ridicule a guillotine to stitch the countering lips:
No Reason is Pure;
Truth escapes the clutches of thought.
Every head has a mouth - and words to lie with.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Wherefore
what we believe is what we become,
and what we Are is what we have Forgotten:
Whereas,
as Begat gives way to Self-begetting,
even Logic must be subjected to the Will:
Whereby
thoughts are things and things are waves
beyond the Father-machine's comprehension:
Wherein
faith in science and progress yield a sickly life
devoid of personal meaning, a suckling of experts:
Whereof
prevailing views are reinforced by shame,
ridicule a guillotine to stitch the countering lips:
No Reason is Pure;
Truth escapes the clutches of thought.
Every head has a mouth - and words to lie with.
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