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Oct. 20, 2004 Consciousness: O flat, one-sided world, in this dimension I am high. But the condition of being is such as the condition itself – Its act is condition and thus the dimensions soar and dive into infinite realms. I am high, but not the top, and there are depths below in doubling eternity. Creator: I am your God, man, the single cast of this universe! Creation is my play…what I command you shall not disturb. In swelling time I have cast your every sensation - and in sensing Me, your solid object I will pull you into the loftiest fantasy of mind. But in the failure of being my subject, I will down you in heated selfishness. Absolute: I cannot conceive that which elevates me to the stardust and beyond My own will and concept - for only in dreams can clouds be real, unreal or whole. Consciousness: Well, can anything continue then without fear of the higher? Creator: Why do you allow a higher when high and low are all the same and running off in no direction? Consciousness: I neither questioned, nor imagined - I implore some mercy, because none of us are able to ascend with incompetent limbs of the will. Creator: I think your question, or fear should be whether I am and if so, whether I formulate you. Absolute: I certainly have neither form nor up time. Creator: Things will continue as long as they matter and matter while they threat or concur. Consciousness: Oh! Damn this…Absolute and Creator are just copulating in my own creation. But what to do? My definition is incomplete and fickle. I am not even what I am, but that I am is the only surety, or is it? All I can do is to question, but my mass seems to think the opposite. My embodiment even claim to be human. Therefore, I ask what is human. What is animal? Is there yet a Human? Has the divide between animal origin and the true human been consummated? Surely not; the human still share the surly, base marks of animal. Only once the human being is without all natural instincts and bodily form, being a pure mind - an abstract intellect, will it be human. However, for now he is still quasi-human striving towards human definition. ------------ About the author Werner Reyneke: I am a 23 year old passionate writer/poet in my spare time and a computer programmer by proffession. Visit my website to see my first published book. I live in South Africa and have been published in a local newspaper (some poems in Haiku form) for the first time in February 2000. I have also been selected for publication in a VoicesNet Anthology (visit www.Voicesnet.org) and a Poetry.com (ILP Publishers) anthology called "Eternal Portraits"). Visit my website at: http://myweb.absa.co.za/wreyneke/Mybook.htm Email: wreyneke@absamail.co.za Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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