409. THE PASTICHE OF THE INDETERMINATE

THE PASTICHE OF

THE INDETERMINATE

Berkeley, having said, 'to be perceived is to exist' did

seem to disappear. It really was no matter, I suppose,

after that. Some of us hardly now know his name, let

alone what he may have said. After all, everything's

perception, is it not? I see you, you see me, no?

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It wasn't always thus: a time ago, when cavemen

waltzed their soily pavement, the things unseen

were more feared than things apparent. In front

of one was easy! It should have been so simple.

Unseen lurking dangers. Tigers, tigers, burning

bright. Chimeras, ogres, spirits, devils and

curses and the like - shapeless things of

awesome form. 'What'cha don't see can kill'ya!'

some caveman must have grunted I'm sure.

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So now we settle for hardness and grit.

This material world abounds. We shake

hands with the solid effect of everything

present. What we can't figure out (apparently

yet) are the fingers and figments of love,

the pastiche of the indeterminate, the

glowing quilt of our own fears and doubts.