when worded in mathematics, thought is point (0, 0, 0) in the axis, ad knowledge is anything we wish the self to become, be or be known as, and that's a randomisation of co-ordinates, examples as a step, into either (0, 1, 0), (1, 0, 0) or (0, 0, 1); it's not thought that's exclusively a worth of doubt, it's thought from non-being that's exclusively doubted: when we have no chance of becoming a casanova, then we equate thought with doubt, which we equate with our sigma of falsely assumed being not being expressed, and rightly, for we have not been given the title, but a mere cameo.*

it's van gaal in the dock, gets asked a rhetoric question,
oddly enough he's not asked a dialectical question,
the reason why would be  because because a rhetorical
question in casual speech inference  will leave the speaker asked
in an oblivion of faking lies... rhetorical questions are with answers
elaborate...convincing.... needy of truth, times when being convinced
of something when the mongols stole the avatar of vishnu as buddha,
and when the european whites hid the avatar of shiva;
there it happened.... to the convinced lark of the silenced song,
there i learned lyricism from shakespeare's
titus andronicus, where the son was caverned
in depth only a body not requiring beauty required...
for a beauty such as a woman's vanity
neither attracted thought or knowledge...
and she gained a beauty, but the beauty she gained
was one of being untouched...
oh roar the piping winds in the fathomed turbines
of music said... oh roar the breath turned into
turbines of rotary theft kept...
oh roar the theft! oh roar the theft!
that it might be a kept music! that music might
grace the chase for the bird's allocation of
safety among the migrant types in the land so
resolved as orientate with seasonal vectors of return...
then the bull burps with larynx in nasal chime
to a glory of breath with soul rather than
what already came with soul, thought,
for that other breath came with excuses to breathe
nothing into something that might make geometry
conscripted from non, anonymously perhaps
for a while if a name might claim the re-,
like of that famous ha shem of beer, or the hammer,
or the moaning gratitude of the lost first breath of a flute.
how end it then? how then continue,
among the services of tears that spoke of no sadness,
but spoke... but spoke of a bethlehem's peace
with its zenith of prophecy matured
at hiroshima thus in acting, thus faked...
oh how i wish, i too was a member of a brotherhood
that took to heraclitus' river of known life;
oh how i wish... it was never about a misguided
friday on a repetition for a command of the serfs.
anyway... you won't get a casual inference
from a dialectical question, you simply won't get one...
of course you'll get a rhetorical question,
where you won't get any dialectics...
you also won't get rhetoric / the intention...
because the paradox is understood as:
rhetoric neither questions nor answers...
it's up to dialectics to mind that...
and even then... the answers are cult in terms of short,
and because of that, the dialectics can continue,
where questions are more elaborate than answers...
in terms of rhetoric the answers are more elaborate
than answers via that are curt / or simply short...
and the questions are not really elaborate,
because their elaboration was intended.