Many things that are foreseen cannot be addressed owing to the
unforeseeable. For example, when the people came looking for us, we
were nowhere to be found, which they had not foreseen. Because this
happens repeatedly over long periods of time we are hard-pressed to
know how to develop this observation or even if we should do so. If
every act is incommensurable with every other act we can never achieve
scale. While each of us grasps the point, nobody bothers to study it.
Truly it is the only thing worth consideringthe one thingfrom
accumulation to preparation to 'gone, gone, gone beyond'that repays
emphasis on its orthography, so to speak, its ever-fleeting form that one
knows has to be present, behind events, causing us to think of them as
events to begin with, wringing that term out of somewhere (I hear
myself saying)some pragmatic haze where work gets done
to no purpose other than that its doing had been foreseen.
These nails are worthless (except for drawing blood). My least
favorite monk came down to expound doctrine. We sat there for
some time looking at one another and I was in particular studying a
certain motor phenomenon that held my attention despite the
heavyweight micro-effects lightly convulsing along my skin. Back
inside everyone walked around oblivious as usual but I noticed their
folders were full of tiny eyes looking out, searching for and then
locking in on a rationalist legacy or style of being that confused me, so
I came here to your shade. Afterwards we fell asleep in an abandoned
village and were incapable of waking because my brain had honored a
statement of purpose inconsistent with full consciousness. So these
lines were written in the dark, as we sojourned here and there, the
vegetation slowly withering, and the city of the gods receding ever
further in front of us, until we lost all interest in pursuing it.
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