Imagine knowing "only"
how we are thrown into existence,
how Molly loved Leopold,
how Marcel loved Albertine,
how Quixote loved Dulcinea,
how Hamlet loved his mother,
how meaning is use.

Feeling is to action as thought is to perception.

You think you see.
You feel you must.

My mind
believes
in the love
of wisdom.

My heart
desires
the wisdom of
love.

My body
fumbles
fucks and
fathers.

My soul,
to keep it
all together,
suffers.

I am not a socialist. I harbor no particular animosity towards workers; I just don't see their labor as the only source of value in our culture. Invention and organization can as easily entitle one to control of the means of production as the sweat of one's brow. Let ownership pass to those who are best able to capitalize on our labors and desires, to leverage our collective gains in efficiency.

Morality is
to love
as causality
to wisdom.

An ill-tempered desire
to justify,
A misplaced belief
in explanation.

Knowledge is a dynamic relation between a socially embedded state of affairs and a materially embodied state of mind.

Power is a static
position

within changing,
materially embodied

circumstances
during

a socially embedded
change of heart.

Dark Sieve

The self divides the soul,
articulates your faith
into discrete beliefs and
temerarious desire.