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."

Univέrsαls


Philosophically speaking,
that is to say using words the opposite of their ordinary meaning,
using them in a way alongside the apparent,
objective knowledge is just something of your own reasoning, smooth and orderly,
but subjectivity is blind stepping out in a passionate way to receive what bumps against you.  Philosophy receives the bumping of the ordinary.  
It receives the blows of the ordinary.  Little irritating blows.  
The real turns back to be the ideal.  Paradox.  
I'm in a dreadful situation.  
            More nervous passion.
I am passion.             I receive the form.         Knowledge comes to me.  
I have it.        Then it leaves.         
     Then my words are silly.          A total mess.  
Out here on this prairie, in a wind that's blowing everything away.  
An insurrection.  
The forms are coming in fast.  
The space time structure is coming apart.  
Just the universals.  
Throwing me through the air.
Then there I am again, back to square one, 
with a bump on my head, and a hazy memory.

subsistience

dreadnought