Shouldering ferocity, we seek an understanding beyond our physical limits
Cognition beyond the ape, ability to share, build, conceptualize…
Yet we are not limitless. No matter what we might think.
What is limit?
All possibility, now built and quantified
nothing beyond a set of symbols one after the other.
CTRL-ALT-COPY
again again
again
again
again
But what do we have?
What have we?
What separates creation from discovery?
We speak a language morphed from one
before and before and before.
We are a blending that proves that all blood is intricately woven together.
We use our layers of language as a weapon, our science as power.
We argue all living is merely blood and genes.
Silence is the sound of d i st o r ti o n.
Terror and Ecstasy face each other in the face of a mirror
But yet,
No mirror is true.
No visual to feed the craving for definition
Per·cep·tion – A distorted reality is the lived one, true reality, unknowable within our cognitive capacities becomes the shadow of a 4D structure, in which we are then aware of its existence. We rely on 4D to maintain our humanity and deny it to and within others. We rely on systems that build our flesh into a concept, within which we invent the definition of power.
Abstract entities we build,
consumed by memories that clog our arteries,
overwhelming whatever we consider “sense” to be.
We are limited by seeking purpose endlessly
In the mirage of what makes,
Ekphrasis of being is discovered
solely through Art.
