The Paradox Of Existence

Ignorant Wisdom​

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The bullshit that everyone experiences is not always true,​

The abstract bullshit everyone tends to imagine is never real.​

Ignorance manifests any bullshit that happens and may happen;​

Whatever bullshit we use to represent all that exists and could exist.​

To experience ignorance without abstract bullshit is to sense the world;​

Where experiencing abstract bullshit from ignorance is to know the world.​

These experiences can be indistinguishable from any other kind of bullshit;​

Their construction differs but their effect on various bullshit is the same.​

Beyond the gateway of experience flows the wisdom of our ignorance,​

Which, is ever greater and more subtle, than any ordinary bullshit.​

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The Paradox of Existence​

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The paradox of existence is knowing harmony neither acts nor reasons,​

Whenever the only thing that we know, is that we know nothing.​

Socrates suggested he could never be certain of his uncertainty,​

Whenever the only thing he could know is he knew nothing.​

Curiously me, myself, and I found ourselves in agreement,​

Because of the singular recursion in the law of identity,​

Hiding in plain sight the void of all human ignorance!​

Demonstrably all fallibility is a paradox of existence,​

Ignorance and awareness, forever exchanging places,​

Yet in some specific ways they don't seem to change.​

None has really proven they remain totally ignorant,​

None has ever proven, they possess the mind of God!​

None has ever proven, they can pop anyone's bubble!​

None has ever succeeded in tickling their own fancy!​

When none can possibly ever hope to follow another;​

Lost somewhere else, in the fathomless sands of time,​

Lost somewhere else deep within the memory of God!​

When we have only, to allow ourselves to be content,​

When we have merely to allow ourselves to be happy!​

When all we've had to do, is surrender to the moment,​

Simply by first witnessing we all gain more attention,​

Vulnerability, remains the source of all our awareness,​

Clarity, the one discerning detail in a sea of awareness.​

Whether its live or memorex, just depends who you ask,​

Our memories and awareness forever exchanging places!​

Only in giving of ourselves can we know true happiness!​

Only in our giving, might we know any real distinctions!​

Only in our giving might living possess any real meaning!​

Dancing flaming bolts of lightning from shadows on fog!​

Diaspora of lilting voices, echoing melodically in mid-air!​

Dancing shadows embrace the light, before it ever moves!​

It is better to light a single candle than to curse the dark!​

Booming silence assuages the lowly outraged white noise;​

Somewhere between what is known, and can't be known!​

That for which, simple silent explanations seem adequate!​

That for which, no other explanation feels quite adequate!​

That for which all humorous explanations are also serious!​

That which defies, everybody's attempts at categorization!​

That which seems to beg questions, never actually begging!​

That which never seems to require any of our explanations!​

That which makes Zeno's paradoxes, all look rather trivial!​

That for which great resounding silence remains victorious!​

That for which, even any personal gestures feel inadequate!​

That which can resemble Vaudeville pie in the face comedy!​

That which evades, all attempts at making any assessment!​

That which follows everything as if it were a mere shadow!​

That which is forever escaping me, only to return yet again!​

That which may appear to be magnificent beyond all belief!​

That which may appear to be as bittersweet as it is terrible!​

That which never actually appears, to require justifications!​

That which beseeches anybody to interpret it for themselves!​

That which can become as humorous as it remains beautiful!​

That which responds to any questions with the same silence!​

That which forever appears, only capable of justifying itself!​

That which always teases me, at the very edge of awareness!​

What escapes us, when we've figured it all out for ourselves!​

What can seem to be missing, when nothing is missing at all!​

What appears to defy every single attempt at categorization!​

What can seem to defy, every sort of logic and common sense!​

What you remembered when you never remembered anything!​

What apparently remains, the ineffable paradox of existence!​

What always seems to be just on the tip of anybody's tongue!​

What you've forgotten when you haven't forgotten anything!​

When accepting a dearth of answers feels like a good answer!​

When as soon as you think you found answers, you're wrong!​

When no answer and any answers seem to be about the same!​

Meandering along the way, we all wait for the mud to settle;​

Where breathing in the sparkling air breathes back within us!​

Where the ground bellow our feet, embraces us affectionately!​

Where mama nature parades the bounty she has to offer to us!​

The rock of ages, appears to be suspended in the air around us,​

The moon, shinning her softest light adoringly upon the world.​

Without a word or taking a step, we embody poetry in motion;​

When our feet find our greater path as the path finds the way!​

Singing along with the universal choir we all embrace our past,​

Out on the great wide open our spirits ascend unto the heavens!​

Dreaming we head down towards the well of souls by the river,​

To boldly go where none has ever gone before and still returned!​

To infinity and beyond eternity, beneath the blue event horizon!​

Reborn, yet again, we perchance upon a great Rainbow Dragon!​

Wherever our feet shape the earth, the planet shapes all our feet;​

Both feet firmly planted on the ground, heads high in the clouds,​

Where everyone can know victory, if they but follow their heart!​

Where our heart may never actually know the meaning of defeat!​

Where silent explanations are enough the One truth is victorious!​

Where the one truth is victorious all the world becomes our home!​

Where the one truth remains victorious the world welcomes us in!​

Where the one truth is victorious all become citizens of the world!​

Where our shadows embrace the light they may make a difference!​

Where our songs remain silent they might ascend into the heavens!​

Where our voices remain silent, they may have the greatest impact!​

Where our shadows are darkest they may allow more light to enter!​

Where the sun must rise sooner when it is darkest before the dawn!​

Where light permits more shadows it becomes all that much greater!​

Where every silent victory, gives rise to even greater silent victories!​

With each silent explanation adding import to all the previous ones!​

With each quietest breath become a panoramic victory of the silence!​

Each new step deliciously lighter than our last, all break into dance!​

With gravity reaching up through us we embrace the entire universe!​

The lingering shadows our inexhaustible memory of the eternal light!​

The brilliance of the light still the memory of every shadow ever cast!​

The brilliant light at the end of every tunnel, that never seems to die!​

A singular point of awareness expanding out to infinity and beyond!​

Infinite points of awareness all infinitely expanding and contracting!​

Wondrous infinite awareness, forever abiding in our present moment!​

Wondrous stars above twinkling as if the angelic choir were winking!​

The invisible light that's shining brightest inside the deepest darkness!​

The shadows pointing to the promised land at the end of every tunnel!​

Penumbra of shadow dancing in light acquiescing to poetry in motion!​

The light shining in the darkness which never seems to know darkness;​

The frail shy shadows, all frightened and running away from the light!​

The receptive darkness still yielding to the greater presence of the light!​

The sun never knowing darkness playing peek-a-boo with the shadows!​

The faithful lighthouse beacon, which never fails to guide in any storm!​

The stepping stones that find us allowing all to still see in the darkness;​

The long tap root of the willow forever going to the heart of the matter!​

The waves of contentment as a if a wave gently reborn again mid-ocean!​

The glorious swan at long last taking flight upon rejoicing waters of life!​

The lilies of the field that move anyone yet they toil not nor do they spin!​

The rock of ages silently testifying how all may dance learning to be still!​

Ripples upon still waters when there is no pebble tossed or wind to blow!​

The wonderment, of the invisible spark within everyone which never dies!​

The wonderment in the present moment we are dancing with the universe!​

The delicious silent laughter lilting lost forever somewhere in the distance!​

The silent siren voice beckoning to us all in our darker of delirious dreams!​

The surprising indescribable glimpses, of a greater forest through the trees!​

The delightful invisible pixies that can comfort any in deepest of darkness!​

The mind-blowing sudden awareness, that you are not in Kansas anymore!​

The wondrous awareness urging all to look beneath the compelling surface!​

The welcoming embrace of deepest darkness at the end of another long day!​

The welcome sighs of relief as anyone's bullshit vanishes in the light of day!​

The all encompassing truth, eternally reverberating in the sounds of silence!​

These same root metaphors keep repeating for all time, within the recursion,​

Where the recursion itself becomes just another of the numerous facilitators,​

Our supersymmetry of multiple dimensions, organically coming to life for us,​

When its impossible to describe the void, in anything but humble metaphors!​

When what exists and never did exist all seem to blur into one giant enigma!​

Whether the chicken or the egg came first, merely depends upon who you ask!​

Instant karma gonna getcha, with your own personalized yin-yang dynamics!​

Down becomes a complete abstraction when almost any direction becomes up,​

Meaning its a paradox, or recursion, requiring faith in your personal integrity!​

Like love, non-commutative quantum entanglement might only be given away!​

Like poetry in motion, who we are and what we're doing are indistinguishable!​

When the greater context of our personal truth is what determines any content,​

Content all becoming meaningless outside the context love rules the multiverse;​

Ultimately, we all have the freedom to decide for ourselves if it means anything!​

Because the only thing anyone may know, is that ultimately they know nothing.​

For the greater context knows both everything existent and nothing whatsoever!​

Yet in a recursion involving the law of identity the good guys really win the day,​

And individually and collectively, everyone gets their own punch lines in the end.​

For nothing from nothing may turn out to be something altogether extraordinary!​

While on the grandest of any cosmic scales General Relativity epitomizes entropy!​

But, on the smallest of scales entangled quanta embody the harmony of perfection,​

Wherein, by going down somehow up becomes your only possible final destination,​

Curiously gravity still remains the singular source of lightness and greater heights!​

Forever the heart that bends the most consummates all of creation and destruction!​

While even within the darkest vacuum of interstellar space love abides acquiescent!​

Or whatever actual metaphors you might really prefer to use for any given occasion!​

Making metaphors up for yourself can be a lot of fun and produce personal insights,​

For we ourselves must actually decide what any specific metaphors might also mean,​

For all of our metaphors and analogies eternally remain integral aspects of ourselves.​

We ourselves must decide if something we perceive is possibly a meaningless paradox,​

We ourselves must decide if life's, but poor player who struts his hour upon the stage,​

Or whether everything in creation is merely a metaphor for the greater context of love.​

Root metaphors all describing, what we mere mortals cannot possibly hope to describe,​

The sum of the whole which being parts of it ourselves, mere mortal can never perceive,​

The whole being greater than any parts determining their properties and very existence,​

The context of our one shared truth that determines who we are and our very existence,​

What Socrates described, as the glorious face of God or nature none can ever remember!​

Diving down a rabbit hole the recursion can always appear irreconcilably never-ending,​

Infinite yet bounded possessed of fuzzy distinctions betwixt which happens to be which!​

While everything else always appears to have some sort of concrete physical limitations!​

The finite and infinite finally commingling within a greater shared paradox of existence.​

The wave-like and particle-like metamorphosing into each other then lost in the horizon!​

Both infinity and the physical each defining one another and appearing to be indivisible;​

As if an infinity, could become more than just a metaphor for the humanly inconceivable,​

As if to confirm, there is more in heaven and earth Horatio than dreamt of in philosophy,​

As if to confirm for ourselves that bereft humility real understanding becomes impossible.​

Relativistic time dilation, applying infinity to everything within the paradox of existence,​

To discover your own path amidst all the chaos follow the road which seems less traveled,​

The road few ever dare to walk down, where any forks in the road begin to look the same,​

The road we must walk down, to slay the beasts of our nightmares naked and unashamed.​

Follow the yellow brick road somewhere over the rainbow lost deep in the memory of God!​

Allowing your feet to discover their personal path, and the way to forever return the favor;​

The earth decides where we all may step while, in turn, our feet can help to shape the path!​

In a Wonderland where you keep meeting the strangest assortment of curiouser caricatures!​

Who always seem to make the greatest sense, by never quite making any kind of sense at all,​

Who appear to sparkle all the more brilliantly the harder the bullshit flies in every direction!​

Somehow appearing to be absolutely certain, that its usually better just to remain uncertain,​

Wondrously, metaphors might actually describe all of existence, but require eight dimensions;​

Mother nature can talk to us nonstop, but only using the metaphorical language of the heart,​

Learning how to listen to the heart, is how we may all learn to commune with mother nature.​

The language of love ultimately requiring absolutely no syntax, grammar, or rules whatsoever!​

Is simpler than many may imagine, but becomes more complex if expressed in eight dimensions!​

However what we hear in three dimensions still makes perfect sense if we can embrace the rest;​

Simple yin-yang push-pull dynamics, generating an infinite diversity inside infinite complexity,​

Requiring an adaptation of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs into a Rainbow Spectrum of Desires.​

Starry, starry, night, look out on a summer's day with eyes knowing the dark depths of my soul,​

Being an example of how poetic metaphors express what Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs does not,​

Hierarchies being incapable of expressing any love or desire as a continuum instead of a category.​

Making the English language particularly suitable for expressing love because it has so few rules,​

While, classical mathematics tend to suck because the law of the excluded middle is just too rigid;​

Unfortunately, Intuitionistic mathematics are simply too new and underdeveloped to do the trick.​

Don't forget to peek behind the curtains to find the great wizard who can help you go home again,​

But first you must befriend Alice the great Rainbow Fractal Dragon and get her to help you locate,​

Eight magical archetypal characters who possess great secrets that open Heaven's own pearly gates;​

The four keys that the two might then use, to unlock the fantastic secrets of the gateway to paradise,​

Upon ascending the stairway to Heaven high atop the mountain peaks above the revered valley below.​

Since ancient times everyone has always agreed, the wisest among us are all the most overgrown children,​

Who know to never allow even any Gods, to come between them and their own loving heart's desire to give,​

Who all mysteriously seem to know without knowing that the only thing they know is that they know nothing!​

(Don McLean)​

 

I've posted the short poem "Ignorant Wisdom" before, but these two poems go together so I posted it along with the Paradox of Existence. The reason they go together is Ignorant Wisdom is in the shape of someone's butt, while the Paradox of Existence is in the shape of an old fashioned chamber pot or "throne".