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The Ambassadors - Hans Holbein the Younger
I appreciate knowing nothing
trying to let the weight of the world
rest
somewhere out of sight
viewable only through a glass tube
or a scientific device operated with skill
alongside this
I will avoid men with hats
you'll know the story of the senses
lose one and another is heightened
perception compensates for my lack of knowledge
instinct shows up due to my lack of preparation
I survive somehow
despite myself
facts or feeling
both are wrong
even if mapping the stars or the weather
the more we look closely
the less we're aware of
so, deciding what life is
based on any perception
other than a steadfast and true self account
that beautiful, in the moment existence
well, perhaps it's torture
I cannot be sure
because of my innate disadvantage of being a freewheeling human
anamorphic perspective subverts the known
nothing is reality
perception
'facts'
everything constantly shifts
to remains unknowable
even death
there are truths
likely a load of rubbish
but for the potential joy of thinking about them
(I guess)
see that skull if you tilt your screen?
it's a metaphoric Donald Trump
offering you a hat
and a slice of pie
whilst leaching all the humanity from your fleshy body
I'm maybe off track
it's so easy to be back on track
get an A*
play a tune on the lute
despite its broken string
all without ever getting to the point of it all
is it existentialism - I've looked it up a thousand times
is it brokenness - breaking things lets the light in after all
back to the painting
we are the original machines
to be overtaken by ourselves
in our striving to know
inviting our own redundancy by invention
undone by ourselves
by efforts to halt it
electing idiots with 4 word election campaigns
who end the world
because we thought we were once great
and could be again...
or at least better than someone else
it all seems so impossible
on a sunny day
that there are dark rooms
with heavy gowned men
still believing they can do all the thinking
but then, I'm usually distracting myself during my quiet drift to the grave (via several countries and a number of pointless but glorified personal achievements in the grand scheme of things)
so I don't really think about it
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