we begin as it were out of nothing
the appearance is what we know as real
and there is primal doubt at the first realization
- the question of one's self in the world -
to be separate and a part of -
what is the resolution of this?
what is the gulf?
our instinct is to know
to fill the absence with certainty
a certainty never seen - never touched
only imagined after the event
still behind the phantasms of sense?
an essence - a substance - a bedrock
a perfectly reasonable assumption
so the question is knowledge
and the lives of humans are in every moment
and aspect - an exploration of this issue
how to find a stability - a basis - a foundation
for being
the thing is knowledge if it is to function here
is but a window to what is looked for
and once you see through the window
you see there is nothing
and this is the great revelation of knowledge -
that as a pure quest - it shows itself to be an
empty form
we fall back then on our ways of knowing
(forsaking what can be known)
this is the possibility that is consciousness
(we never leave the truth of consciousness -
the question is only whether to embrace or reject
- how to find - a stillness in possibility)
that is the source of the quest for finality
to abandon the quest
and accept the reality of possibility
of possible ways of knowing
the ultimate (unknown)
is the reluctant truth
we come to
it is here that the world - becomes deeply subjective
and in reality
our movement - our movement in the world
becomes the only true account
of where we stand - and of what the world is
and this account will always defy logic
is never complete
perhaps - not even translatable
bodies become the resolution of mind
lives lived - the answers
and the solutions - never true or finished -
nevertheless their validity - in the necessity
of being
the fact of existence - the fact of death
the history of movement
in space and time
in arms legs
and eyes
we came always to the absence but each journey different
every picture unique
