The nature of man is one of impulse
and deceit. You can see it in his life
through time. But suppose,
merely suppose,
there was another way to measure
man’s life aside from time. Will his efforts to deceive
be seen as something else?
Will his impulses then come from somewhere else
more defined, less shapeless? Will his colorless workaday
life have overarching purpose?
It felt false the first time,
living life as a series of consequences following another,
like a story development in a newspaper.
It’s not about perspective.
Nor is it about reflection.
I’m looking, I’ve told you already,
for a way to look at life
besides cause and effect, A-B-C;
besides punishment following sin, sin following intent,
intent following motivation, and motivation
following need.

There could be another dimension
where all these, the spent life, make perfect sense.
Where the shapeless nausea of every day
form the pastiche of a more understood self. Where
the ***** nuances of error are highlighted, mingling
with the big abstract things.
But for now time is simply passing by.
Perhaps this is just right.
Perhaps the unknown must stay the unknown.
Because what does an answer give, really?

An average egg is around 40 to 60 grams.
That is the measurement. It is still an egg,
not the result of an egg, not the weight of an egg.
A measured egg, a reflected egg. An observed egg.
Time arrives and turns the egg into something else.
And at that moment, the first measurement suddenly becomes
false.