Sunday, July 22, 2007

the only thing...

the only thing i know for sure about truth is that it is an abstraction for what i dont know. the only thing i know about love is that it can never be returned in the way in which i wish it to be returned. the only thing i know about love is that the only love you can count on is the love you grant to yourself. the only thing i know about beauty is that i didnt create it. it has been polished and invented and perhaps reinvented by the pollutants of society. the only thing i know about beauty is that it is only in the redefining and reassessing of beauty that true beauty is found. the only thing i know about hope is that it comes and goes as does faith. the only thing i know about hope is that it cannot be found within the limits and confines of literature and religion, but in the depths of human suffering, human relations, and human interaction. the only thing i know about faith is that it cant be given, not by religion, not by study, not by god, but by individual human will. the only thing i know is that 0 is 0 and 0 does not equal 1, but what is one and what is zero? the only thing i know is that i made nothing that i know, but the things i made and make i dont know. the only thing i know is that i understand my surroundings - someone else's creation - better than i understand the workings of my own mind. the only thing i know is that everything can be abstract, but at the same time concrete and it is left up to me to decide, if i ever do. the only thing i know of time is that it is infinite as is the universe. but the only reason i know that is because i believe it. the only thing i know this instant is that my body is made of molecules and atoms and nanoparticles, which are abstractions representing the parts that make me, which is an abstraction for my existence here in this world, which i have abstracted.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

abstactions! i thought that this concept of words as abstactions for our understanding ourselves was interesting. especially, in reference to love. You said to me earlier today: "the whole world can be classified as 'in love', 'not in love', bitter, all surrounding this abstarction of love. Which as a word does nothing in really coming to grips with love's true meaning or effects. But for me it makes it something more infinite, more of a journey to understand and maybe because of it's vagueness and its impossibility of representation, special.