“ Matter turns out to have no other substance than spirit itself…In a pure monism it would make no real difference whether we called the one reality God or Nature, mind or matter, water or fire or will, since in any case this substance must be the seat and source of every kind of distant existence…The great stream of “life” is said to run through matter…” -Previously Unpublished Essays of George Santayana, John and Shirley Locks (1969)
We all collide in photonic pride,
mix and co-mingle our palettes
to each his own.
Humanity.
Expressing our cannibal cravings
in a hungry kiss
as an arc of attraction
thru and through exchange
of energies
as Desire.
Fruits of our Labors.
Mind molds matter
more perceptibly erected
as spiritual sculpture;
foundations for
the body in clay.
Is symbiosis the essence of
phenomenal bliss, sweet
soul mates in super symmetry?
Dualism fusing with monism,
electromagnetic discharge
as feedback static
grounded on belief
in single resolution
holographic by belief?
Negative.
I feel the friction
in the denial of not knowing
the all that all do
under clear conviction
that nothing is known, certainly,
except what we don't know
Absolutely
nobody knows as much as he doesn't
in real time,
or (f)actually.
Embrace the wind,
a kiss blown, a fallen star,
a swollen heart or dry eye
moves nothing but air.
And there we stand, firm-
trying to get through
mind over matter.
“I might sustain the theme indefinitely that you nor I nor anybody knows as much as he doesn’t know. And that isn’t all: there is nothing anybody knows, however absolutely, that isn’t more or less vitiated as a fact by what he doesn’t know.” -Robert Frost
Painting by Edvard Munch, "The Kiss" (1897) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
