the shit he stumbled into or
rather whahe was predisposed to that fascinated him he needed bucketsa bucket brigade not the
usual harried line of men slopping water hand to hand to put out a structure
fire but a brigade in line to take his shit out he couldnt move he was distended
HELP
if he could run it would be like
running in one way and passing himself running in the opposite direction
and
because he was politebecause pedestrians were few and far between hed be keen
of their approachkeen of that timing to lift his head and acknowledge them say
Hello say Good morning Good afternoon
only to find he was
greeting himself
not
that thatd distress him
hed been to carnivals
he walked in their House of
Mirrors
why wouldnt a House of Mirrors
present outside on side streets church
parking lots the barkers hucksters
erstwhile sham artists
its human nature
To dupe or not to
dupe thats the question
he was all warmedheated up hed read about the Sixth Century BC when
science philosophy and religion were not separate
Right On! Hallelujah!
he
read about the sages of Ionia who founded the Milesian School who called themselves
hylozoists those who think matter is
alive they saw no distinction between
the animate and inanimate matter and
spirit
wouldnt get an argument from him he was a hylozoist GAWDBLESSYA himself they saw all forms of existence as
manifestations of physis all endowed
with life and spirituality
Thales declared all things full
of gods
Anaximander saw the universe as a
kind of organism which was supportednurtured by pneuma a cosmic breath in the same manner that the human body was
supportednurtured by air
Heraclitus of Ephesus believed
the world was in perpetual changeflux eternally becoming his principle or symbol was fire continuous flowchange of all things and those changes arose from dynamic cyclic
interplay of opposites pairs of
opposites were a unity and this Unity
containing and transcending all opposing forces he called Logos
6th Century BC more than two millennia earlier
Fuck if he wasnt a hylozoist
Nice to finally find his identity
Evenif it sounded like a sneeze
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