On May 8, 6:21=A0pm, Tang Huyen <tanghuyen{dele...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> If somebody claims knowledge of that which is
> prior to knowledge, or some such, and then
> blows up all over on account of mere words on
> the screen, such claims are worth diddly squat,
> and such a person only drools in public.
Disgusted with everything alive I withdrew into the stone
world: here I thought, liberated, I would observe from above,
but
without pride, those
things
entangled in chaos. With the eyes of a stone, myself
a stone among stones, and like them sensitive,
pulsating to the turning of the sun. Retreating into
the depth of
myself, stone,
motionless, silent; growing cold; present through a waning
of presence - in
the cold
attractions of the moon. Like sand diminishing in
an hourglass,
evenly,
Ceaselessly, uniformly, grain by grain. thus I shall be sub-
mitted
only to the rhythms of day and night. But-
no dance in them, no whirling, no frenzy: only
monastic rule and
silence.
They do not become, they are. Nothing else. Nothing
else, I thought,
loathing
all which becomes.
Alexander Wat
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