5466. I DON'T KNOW

I DON'T KNOW

So many times this dirigible has crash landed,

with a bang and some flames, but still crashed

and burned. Survivors? Just one, it seems like 

me. And here I go again. I don't know,

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It is said that earliest man painted images in

those caves in Lascaux  -  no one knows why

or even how. They claim not to know, and then 

just blithely make conjecture about this or that.

it's all wrong. I do know.

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Like man giving names to all the animals  -  as the

Bible story puts it  -  the consciousness of being

present at one's own creation demands a nomenclature

and a recognition. Scientific or not, but not quite.

They didn't have that then. This was man's first attempt

at cutting through the smoke of the mystery of where 

he was. As if having landed, in a strange place, from 

somewhere else; like coming out of a dream, slowly,

the objects arrayed before him had to be studied and

thought of. Illustrated, let us say, by mind.

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There are always dimensional walls  -  we ourselves hit

them all the time  -  between the world we 'inhabit' and

the world we are concurrently making. They run into each

other, leak and bleed through, causing confusion sometimes, 

and consternation too. We try to understand, we try to

break through, but our own illustrations, can't you see,

have been taken over, co-opted, stolen from us, by the

powers that be. We simply have to take them back.