Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
waves
The sea looks like glass yet the sea is not glass. What trickery is this 'waterglass'? Not a drop to drink, oh no. Most definitely not. No water, brine nor brackish nor salty nor soft nor hard, not here not now.
Project ζ. Incept date: 21st March 2012. Longevity: unknown.
ζ looks like the prow that cuts through the waves and is a beautiful curvature. And ζ looks as the stern-rudder which leaves no wake.
Hope is to be suspected, as is Faith: both now are unfit for purpose or purpose unfit for them. Why? Because one can hang hope on faith and have faith in hope. All that matters now is the course, is events. Even the compass can no longer be relied upon, or any other circling thing. Avoid the Maelstrom, avoid the gyre.
We must go on, yet we must steer the safer course, the curve that seems the straighter line. Yes, we must go on.
Split the meniscus. Tear the surface. Cleave the curtain. Have no fear.
Hope is to be suspected, as is Faith: both now are unfit for purpose or purpose unfit for them. Why? Because one can hang hope on faith and have faith in hope. All that matters now is the course, is events. Even the compass can no longer be relied upon, or any other circling thing. Avoid the Maelstrom, avoid the gyre.
We must go on, yet we must steer the safer course, the curve that seems the straighter line. Yes, we must go on.
Split the meniscus. Tear the surface. Cleave the curtain. Have no fear.
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