This . . . the it of itself

It . . .

It takes up the world,

is like the phrase. . .

“this sentence, no verb.”

This “it”

is a self-consuming philosophy.

This “it”

is a consciousness predicament.

Once we as humans

engaged in the naming of things,

we promoted remembering

by what we named it,

then what that name meant

and with “it”

we accepted a sense of separation,

a false importance

to individually name items

as being

more of item independence

more of forefront prominence.

Because of the mental practice

of naming

followed by the mental ritual

of retention to recognition,

we have names

for almost everything

and distinguishable accounts

for each of them

as if they stand-alone.

We name them that way

and we recognize them that way.

We could have baseball cards

for everything in our minds.

The world

by its process of repetition,

awaits our referential account

for the animation

to humanly occur.

We then substitute

or customize these elements

to become symbolic to us,

to have a contextual palette

that allows us to be speedier,

consuming greater quantities of “it”

and all the speedy repeats of “it”

until the tea ceremony of “it”,

is without soul

without character

but done by caricatures of ourselves

living in superficially speedier times.

We become recognizable versions

of ourselves

trying for a repetitious run

of repeatable high points

from our lives

to be re-recognized

as currently familiar landmarks

of self-identification

from benchmarks

of relative personal success.

When does this path

becomes the trek

then the trek

becomes the loop

and the loop

becomes the noose

and the noose

becomes the lynch

and the lynch

becomes the verb,

and we had it?