it means the innermost room.
the room where the first point is made that
makes the man, the place of unshared secrets common to us all,
the penetralium.
penetrate my heart, and that is where you find yourself
wondering,
is this for real or fun.
We call William James to witness:
Where there is no difference, no distinction is to be made.
Some thoughts seem insistent, believe me,
others seem confident that your unbelief, changes nothing.
Beg to differ, please.
Is the meaning clear? Penetralium.
Now Emily Bronte and me and John Keats all mean nearly
the same idea, at core, when we employ this once idle word.
Six years to ripen, for real, I watch the first stars with a granddaughter, ten;
then come to my scribal office, I see Penetralium in a file name, this is that, projected from six years ago, a document journey since I first accounted for the power in that whole idea. The reason for post peace preparation...
Gotta expand the penetralium, gotta deal with spherical infinite points,
examining a lived life is an investment in others
