i split myself into three to conjure a fourth because dialectic reasoning wasn't beyond me & i FIGured something out in this MELODRAMATIQUE seaerch for truth (SUBjective perception in an objective REALity will still fail to grasp it eccept in its essence mirrored in all things transient).
There are three propositions and my boy hegel didnt call them tha't but he's gone now. i have lived experiences too yhou know but i like to intellectualise my suffering instead of feeling emotions because it's too nuanced for me:
DAVID: Tell me, my son, what is it that men seek when they pursue fame, fortune, and fleeting pleasures?
SOLOMON: They seek fulfillment, father, believing that in their achievements they will find meaning.
DAVID: And do they find it?
SOLOMON: No, for I have had riches beyond measure, wisdom beyond kings, and still, all is but vanity and a chasing after the wind.
DAVID: Then is it not true that wonders speak to this very vanity? That man, in his ceaseless striving, is but a weary traveler chasing illusions?
SOLOMON: Indeed, father. The dirge laments the hollowness of our pursuits, the ache of disillusionment, and the weight of time upon the soul.
DAVID: And if all is vanity, what then remains?
SOLOMON: Perhaps nothing. Or perhaps, as the album suggests, the mere act of questioning is our only inheritance.
DAVID: Then let us question still, for even in our doubt, there may yet be wisdom.
(This is an AI-generated conversation, and should not be mistaken for actual persons living or dead.)
Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair
— Dante Alighieri, "Purgatorio", Canto I, 7:12
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,
Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep,
That never I with clos'd-up sense do lie,
But by thy work my Stella I descry,
Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep;
Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell:
Whence hast thou ivory, rubies, pearl and gold,
To show her skin, lips, teeth, and head so well?
"Fool," answers he, "no Indies such treasures hold,
But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee,
Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me."
—Sir Philip Sidney, "Morpheus The Lively Son", Sonnet 32
And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn.
For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.
—Oscar Wilde, "The Picture of Dorian Gray"
We demarcate time in minutes, hours, days, months, seasons, years, eras. To keep the existential fear from setting in that something precious and intangible has not slipped away from between our fingers. There is no end to time, no synchronicity. Only false associations from moment to moment.
People are markers for memory. And I am trapped with them in a hell of my own creation.
Memory, mind, time. Let me transform this pain in me into … something more.
The non-deterministic being trapped in bed with Laplace's Demon spake unto hie: I cannot both face the future & know it too.
I fear the moment in time none remain to hold my hand
A speck adrift amidst waves of desert sand
What is the value of my life or any life for that matter
I open my eyes in wonder at how far this path stretched
And the winding trails that steered me afar
Leading me away from you to a place where nothing was true
Bury it deep inside me under all the secrets and the lies
And a handful of dirt beneath my head
Now I yearn for bread and salt
A hearth beyond your glowing doorstep
Dream a dream of a butterfly who thought themself a man
A reality with no firmament on which to stand
No rites of passage, no coming of age
The unseen bird remains locked in a cage
The Cintamani stone closed to my unfulfilled wish
Only a burden of years shouldered on stage
Within me lies my spiral
Dragging me to heaven's door
My Muse, my Madonna, & my Whore
My love rests in a vision of myself evermore.