and what of this ownership. mine is not my self. it is ourself, made of openness and negative spaces. perhaps not- a negation.
but where is nothingness? i'd say that place lacks humility. there, no one can find pride. the desire to be nothing: this is humanity's undercoming. i speak of the desire to be nothing, not the desire to cease being. oh, to be and not to be!
but there is no silence for us. neither is there all things here or no things there. what notions are these? also, in what moment did the idea of something give way to the idea of nothing? "but of course there cannot be some thing without there being nothing!"
as it stands we are given to apologizing for ourselves and others. (i am turned in on myself in this.) and what a standstill! a protest march in darkness going all directions. "protesting what?" the signs we carry.
never the less, and in spite of thanks to this, we'll say: it is the slippery things that make for the best cornerstones. by their support we build with spaces. on their shoulders we will grow remission, construct destruction, and turn stillness into stillness in rotation.
