comprehension versus fathom
is meant to mean;
comprehension by a firm mental grip
versus fathom via surrender to divine grasp.
as if comprehension is a surface to surface over-grip
while fathom is to surrender as if to be immersed in
what initially is sensed as an embrace.
for our method of brain usage has succumb
to the constant overwhelming tide of thought
and subsequent unspoken devotion
to the religion of time
together with the illusion of space
as locationally depictional.
all of thought is fundamentally first-person reactive
by brain stimulation as method.
vacancy of thought is a rare commodity
as if thought without initial and stimulating reference
could not be so.
mind without our familiar method
of context and sensory input
is still not within our version of a self-sense, for most.
we have a self that is indoctrinated
into being a separate entity
at the very essence of sensing and cognition.
we then forage for identifiables in our mind-style way
as if understanding then becomes the harvest.
we don’t identify with this crop
but we are in receivership of the harvest.
we are post-operative as if to benefit
from what is received.
we are not part of the germination, the growth, the bloom,
or what is harvestable in its most direct way.
yet we claim by assumption, as a stand-alone status,
and therefore reap the benefits
as audience in receivership.
this is a dignity
that the religion of separateness affords us.
we have developed brain-methods that deny
our essential connectivity with the surround
and subsequently impassions us to pursue methods
that function by control and human decision-making
that are not part of the complexity in existence
around us to start with.
production is a human form of a selfie.
human self-intimacy is in an insular phone booth style.
how we pursue information
furthers the species into isolation
and momentous proof of need for the methods
we already falsely use.
we have gaining insight
as a form of leverage against.
we are a species out of context
and damn proud of it.
we only blindly lead ourselves onward
as if the planet was a staging area
and experience is ‘destined’ to be as grand
as it can be experientially further be taken as us,
as singular beings,
isolated in our own sense of self
yet hungry from not knowing
of the beyond of what . . .
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