I said to her that it's all reversed. The baby, the sun on the horizon born into the first light rises up into secrets, the hidden. The most complex of life is the first, like the seed that waits to unfold, the life that is unknown, thought secret knows itself only after it has traversed the heavens, half the sphere of its life and enters below the horizon again, to simplify further and further until it reaches the last simplest state. So life goes from complex to simple, which is why the 70 knows so much. Reversed, fly birds, sail ships, shine sun.
Monday, May 21, 2012
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