delayed reactions on a Tuesday in November

...and later i thought:

one can only speak of the mind and the manifestations of the mind because there is nothing to be said about that which lies beyond. there is only nothing, only empty, only voidness - and every word spoken about that space is untrue. one can only hope to name all the false things, and feel the emptiness that remains.

(then why speak at all?)

we speak because we must. we speak because we are left with the unfathomable task of our own existence and compelled to tell our selves into being. we speak because we perish in silence, and the difference between (and within) the best and worst of us is impossible to tell. we speak because, even in the futility of the return, we cannot help but litter crumbs.

"Humans consist of a unity of selves...

a union where two roads meet."

- Linda Hogan