(Un)Certain Truth(s) III of XI, or, The whole truth
‘The whole truth.’ But what if truth is fractured and fractal, what if it is expressed only in riddles and ricocheting fragments? Then it would be ‘the whole side of truth,’ like admiring a building from its northern face. Truth something like a building: we could go inside, or around it, or walk a distance from it and view it from there, or visit another altogether. The whole city and skyline, the whole of architecture? What is that? Oh, what buildings we have yet to enter and roam the halls of, what buildings we have yet to build!
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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