Always Already Again
Or, If Categorical Surrender Is Possible, Is It Desirable?
(A Question Of Existential Epistemics)
The need to know is a need for control.
The need for control is a grasp for power. It’s one of the biggest impediments to intimacy.
To not know together is to love: it’s alive, it’s erotic, it’s tender.
Can you surrender just a bit more to the truth: you don’t know anything.
—-@stephsoussloff
This tweet at first surprised, now is changing, somehow, me;
this change still taking form, won’t let itself yet show
Recognized it by its playful rearranging how I see
that will have had in me reborn my very need to know.
Very much like this thing they call a craving for control
that the powerless, the mocked, the bullied, still admire:
If a dance is beautiful & joyous, does it stand to make you whole?
If the cause is good & true I for one would willingly conspire.
Wouldn’t you, if you came upon the Lord of Grasping
a chance encounter, or, after hunting night & day;
for all Love that will have last been seen in those hands gasping
you’d murder without second thought, you’d swift delight to slay.
Or not. I used to think the Truth is told from just how Beauty makes it ring
Not always. As you can see, I too am all-too-human, & I know not any thing.
