EVERY GOD HAD
TIME BEFORE
And then the idea just stuck. Each of
those subliminal reservations we live with,
each one is a massive delight to behold.
The world is a constructed box, a platitude
of latitude and a sequence of shapes. There
can be no other way : Why is a truck body
square? What essential element holds the idea
together (for us, for our thinking) that space
needs hold volume, that volume takes space?
How can any of this be - light beyond light, a
God made that too. And the circle, then, outside
the circle - the one circumscribing all real things.
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My mind is unfettered, like the shaft of a wing that
makes a bird's flight - the fancy of movement, skidding
so lightly, over air. Even a God had time, before.
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