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****Poetry of Nothing
They measure in accords to the waves of woe and ecstacy, a bottomless depth that reflects the ocean of rising a falling thought.
Boundaries drawn so that the limit may be deemed as traversed, the unknown land is but its own map in accords to its unfolding.
Imagination called "truth" by means of the identity it derives, yet these images are but a mist between mists leaving to arise insatiable want that bears a fickle tree of which it blossoms fruit of sometimes and of sometimes not.
Idols abound unto idols with this abounding being the "Great Idol", for the hands work according to the center yet this center arises the fear of the fear of barreness.
A boundary has been drawn, is drawn, and to be draw which in turn is called "truth" by means of being but in accords is of "truth" and "falsity" so by this are things measured.
By the limits of things they know the limits of "they" and by measure what is revealed is the limit of revelation.
A word sought is a word bargained for at the expense of awareness and by these means is deemed of an idol for the passing of time.
The rejection is clear unto a clarity which admits its own obscurity as with rejection comes a dismissal of the layers that cover sight.
Knowing is known as the limits of the known, the unknown is but the limits of itself as known; limit remains boundaries fold and unfold as but a river.
By conflict things are, by conflict things are not, by conflict conflict is and is not but in accords harmony emerges as the cycle.
Truth and knowing are but assertions in accords to the measure of the center, what is false is the assertion of what is not true however assertion remains as dividing.
They measure nothing as non-existence and yet the concept remains as existing thus by paradox they speak in accords to the praise of some and the damnation of others.
The virtue of suffering is the virtue of reality for by distortion what is coherent is elevated and by elevation a revelation of deeper suffering akin to a transcendental madness.
What is real is but the conflict of irrational realities thus by the absence of reason conflicting do the boundaries of what is known occur.
A man prays for inspiration and is given madness for sanity is not enough to those who truly grasp it for by the grasping does sanity reveal itself a fleeting pleasure fit for none but those content with too much and not little enough.
Vanity lies between the vanity of the depths and yet the traversal is deemed herioc to a minority, madness by a minority and nothing to the majority.
By faith there is the revelation of the unknown by establishment of the known within it thus by faith is the great pattern of reason birth by degree of the repetition of the known into the unknown.
They deem a man wise who can see and yet the sharpest of sight blinds the man who possesses it for in the undermost clarity is revealed cycles within cycles unto the infinite as but a void.
A man walks from space to space and walk from space to space between the spaces thus what is traverse is an infinity of the accords to what is within itself for the time.
They sought and found, they found and where unsettled, they where unsettled and accepting for by what is sought is the acceptance of the limits of things and what is found is the unsettling of its limits.
Fourfold with fourfold as but fourfold by degree to the nature of the boundaries as is and is not and neither is nor is not remains as the division of is and is not, some claim this wisdom, others madness, but by design wisdom and madness are what is and is not of the other.
Measure to seek in accords to what is present for by the measurement the seeking is given a road to traverse; a journey without end is no journey at all for the cycle becomes a home that was never left.
Clarity is obscure to some and clarity to others, the division remain clear by the conflict that the assertion of each proposes.
Many deem themselves wise without standard but the narrative of what "deeming" is thus leaving the mad and the wise to pure assertion.
Both the mad and the wise stare silently into space, are criticize by some, admired by few, and outcast by the many and yet a line is drawn that cannot be fully traversed without falling into this trap.
If a man's measure is in degree to what knowledge can be bore than knowledge reveals itself as a heavy weight that hangs one within the deep for much gold weighs a man down unto a stasis of imprisonment.
Much struggle is there in progress for by the elevation of vanity some find worth and others condemnation in its pursuit and what remains is the constant pursuit as a vanity within vanities itself.
They warred and found nothing, the next generation found nothing and warred; the generation where born out of desire and are of but desire and in the desire they deemed struggle as meaning...but one meaning contradicts another unto a war.
To speak too loudly is to make deaf those who listen, to speak too softy is to make deaf those who listen; what is heard is not what is said but the method of what is said.
Those who knew thought division of this and that is knowledge until the division of divison made those who "know" now as those who "knew".
Judge by what standard that is judge of itself and what remains is what already is and is not.
A man once told himself, "I will not be obscure in what I claim" and became obscure; A man once told himself, "I will be precise in what I claim" and became obscure; A man once told himself "I will be obscure in what I claim" and became obscure; A man once told himself "I will not be precise in what I claim" and became obscure.
The only clear limit is the depths of obscurity, of this a precision remains in accords to the many claims derive from it.
The question of what one desires is never answered by the desire for desire remains regardless.
A little levity is but gravity to those of heavy statures, happiness increases sorrow to those who envy it.
The measure of what induces happiness and sorrow is but a claim as to the limits of what causes them, the limits of either are the limits that give birth and resolution to both, yet limit itself remains indifferent.
The wise and the mad are but the limits of eachother as one often transforms into the other thus the obscurity of both remains constant.
People fear God not because of existence but because God may not be a thing, no-thingness.
The clash of ideals is the clash of gods for an ideal is the elevation of one thing amidst the innumerable and the resulting tension is the inevitable war which defines them.
God as "no-thingness" is God as the distinction of "no-thingness" and the Great Distinction is but one of cycling divisions within divisions as division unto the eternal harmony of cycles revealed as but a void of the totality itself.
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In accords to self-proclaimed wisdom some men have sought negation unto negation and inversely brought forth the presence of negation; some men have sought presence unto presence and inversely brought for the presence of the absence.
They deem themselves wise in reducing all things to futility unto a meaning of futility itself, they deem themselves wise in presenting all things to meaning until a vanity of meaning itself.
Religion is the deification of language but by language is deification subsumed within itself as mere form; the transcendence through the irrational is the limit as the irrational itself, of what is transcendence by this mean but another limit.
That which rises above requires a seperation from what is below, the gulf widens and what requires transcendence is but the void from which it emerges and dissolves.
Speak too much and be considered mad, speak precisely and be considered wise, speak to much with precision and be considered an authority thus people follow directed insanity.
They measure according to their desires, those that desire not desire to have no desire, they claim and people listen, but not out of truth but ravenous hunger.
The world is the movement of consumption for by sacrifice identity is both maintained and limited, the sacrifice of the world is its cannibalism.
Of this God sees all for the void of the ineffable is the void by which awareness is and those who judge seek the limits of themselves for security against what is too true to speak and yet too false for the judgments themselves.
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By measure unto by measure, by unto by, unto; what remains is change and yet the dimension of it is still for unto contradiction does a man speak and in doing so goes down the great river of time in a self-fashioned boat.
The man said to himself "I sought wisdom and found suffering". He then said to himself "I sought suffering and found the world". He then said to himself "I sought the world and found nothing". He then remained quiet and looked within silently.
Claims are how the world is governed, one claim consumes another unto only one claim is left: the desire for power.
Power is but a point of change, those who seek it seek to change things in accords to their wills yet unknowing their wills have power over them and what remains is a careless guilt.
To know a thing is answered in accords to the question asked of it yet few question if the question itself is correct or not.
Man speaks, man listens, eachtime claiming something new or eradication of the old but doing so while mute and deaf to the actual process itself.