Xepera, xeper, Xeperu

"I have Come Into Being, and by the Process of my Coming In to Being, the Process of Coming Into Being Is Established."


It is the case that when I'm doing philosophy, 
doing the classical act of contemplation, 
writing the classical words, "praying", 
loving with philosophical love, 
describing the indescribable, 
thinking the unthinkable, 
         am I deceiving myself?  
Is it all a pleasurable nothing?  
Is it avoidance or simple insanity?  
Is it the case that there is nothing that is the case corresponding  to my intensity?  
Am I thinking myself?  
Am I thinking myself into non-existence or worse?  
The question is unanswerable. 
 But the answer is provable.  
With a proof that is philosophical, thus partaking the question itself.  
Or of being as question.  
But not before the glimpse.  
The case that it is the case that is the case that it is the case until it all peters out of infinity exists.  
Choose your drink. 
You will inevitably fall in love with the cup bearer, and the questioning will start all over again.  One night in a tavern of Being will make a hard man humble.
Error is not nothing.  
An ontological ground must be found for it.  
Deception is part of being.  
    We cannot escape God by living a lie.  
        The ugliest is beautiful.  
            The most despicable is very good. 
 Being and truth and God himself are everywhere.  
   That is the most maddening.  
      Contraries unite identity, but is there a third.  
Is there a land of difference that doesn't suffer this fate. 
 Yes, there is.  And it quickly changes places with identity as truth when it is looked at.  
So look away as soon as you look.  Maybe sooner.  
same, even THE same.  They are also but; ; ;p7j /and.  Blus    is therefore.  You know perfectly well what I mean.  Excited tedium.  
But if a very pretty girl were to seriously tell you all this you would help her believe it.

Good Prose