TRUTH BEAUTY
BEAUTY TRUTH
The same coin having two sides holds
within its reference two coins to coincide
each with the other side. There is simply
no alternative, it is the way things are -
reality is self-referential alone and, amidst
all other things, it brings forth its presence,
into which we roam. Our grip? Our baggage?
What we take? Assumptions, reactions, opinions
and ideas - all the shingles of a poor man's house.
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I can't exactly make love to the moment, for
when I reach to embrace it, it is already gone.
And, once gone, it ambles its way through the
dense parlor of moment, which is exactly - and
really - what Reality is anyway. We are stuck
and fraught with our own peril.
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To my left, tall buildings resound - the steel
might and riveted strength of matter imagined
holds them up, upon a bedrock of common
assumptions. All those things that, yes, will
stand wherever it is they may - and if it is
all done right it is automatic. Truth to beauty,
and to beauty, truth.
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