to think

In the corners of our minds eye, we

like to think, seem to

think

that there is something that is

not us

something that

is expansive, unaccountable, pervasive

ultimate

but it is a joke

we tell ourselves

without squeaking out

the punchline…

deep and untried philosophies go

to great lengths

to convince us

cajole us

intimidate and strong-arm

us

that all of our thinking is real, is

solid someplace else;

it is not

either of those…

go convince your dog, through

questioning his

existence

that there is

no god

or talk to the trees, the dirt

describe a morning sunrise on Jupiter

what to believe;

ever…

but we live in the fantasy that what is created

is not by us

we like to think,

and that

is

the problem

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