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Monday, November 30, 2009

A Tangled Knot


I am a knot of perceptions moving through a small sliver of time and a small sliver of space.

There's so little of me that it's almost as if I'm not here at all, but to me, it's everything -- to me, that is.

But what is "me"?

The older I become, the more mysterious I find "me" to be. The knot grows ever more tangled and intricate.

The more I know, the less I understand.

2 comments:

  1. Dr. MikeNovember 30, 2009 at 6:27 PM

    Gordian Knot

    Entwined without loose
    Ends, that rope could not
    Be unwound from its flagpole

    Similarly, people at loose ends
    Become so knotted up inside
    That they wreak havoc everywhere

    Beware mistaking complex
    Wisdom for an identity
    Twisted up by double-binds

    Or Alexander may slice it
    In half with a sword and
    Become Emperor of all Asia

    [Disposable Poem November 30, 2009]
    Dr. Mike

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  2. The Rambling TaoistNovember 30, 2009 at 11:34 PM

    The more I know, the less I understand. :D

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