Meaning is a form of vanity.
It is the subtle workings
of self-appraisal
disguised behind the appearance
of state-able means.
As behind any spoken account,
there are deducible inroads
into the assumptions
and suppositions that provide
for one’s observation platform
to be rekindled
into opinion, judgment,
summary, or conclusion
as a simplified set
of what could be said.
Meaning, beyond its agreement
about the naming of things
or the description of how it works
or the definition
of what is commonly understood,
serves a vast array
of subtler activities within
every person’s self-registry.
From where within
that meaning takes up the cause
of a stasis as a definitive,
as meaning is held as a constant,
as frozen in time
that it can be brought forward
through time and stand
as indefatigably as the now,
is a vanity
against the sacred flow of being.
For there is no constant,
except the constancy of change.
We, by the method of meaning,
seem to exchange still pictures
with each other
by our conversations
and agree to ignore this time lag
while fascinated with the results
of our say.
That we hold agreement
to the words
and defend it to be so
by reciting meaning in our minds,
preoccupies us
with a layering of interpretation
superimposed over the currency
of the now.
As such, we stand
before the oncoming of now
claiming that we are present
yet we are dressed up
in meaning as bystanders,
brokers, custodians, role models,
victims, success junkies, negotiators,
nostalgia presenters, individuals,
in naming a few,
vainly serving many masters
as meaning is a form of vanity
but not essentially available
for the direct presence of the now. . .
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