an apocryphal story of a conversation between I's

an apocryphal story of a conversation between I's

the myriad of forms is divided into two:
atoms and the void, each separate, together one

the dualism is the medium of communication
art and science, heaven and hell, black and white
the dualism is a bridge of connection
a circuit through which information is penetrated into reality;
that in its own rights is the most Greek view of life,

Democritus once said that-
"By convention hot, by convention cold,
but in reality atoms and void, and also in reality
we know nothing, since the truth is at bottom"

because in 'ether' man is just a vibration,

a being in the swift currents of life,
not a human doing, but a human being
thus thinking is an art of being,

but as we row our boat in the rivers of time, we tend to forget
that science and spirituality is an artistic one
crisscrossing and ricocheting within their own walls,
they were meant to dance in dualism

but we are cursed to eternity,
hence we fight for one, when in reality two is already one
and one is already in two, a deeper question mark?

As Proust once said, its not new landscape we find,
but the new eyes we get. But again, Alan Watts, reminds us that,
when we are looking at the sky, the sky is looking right
back at us, so where is the eye? In here, or over there?

or is it the eye of Horus,
watching the watcher and the watched

but asking the wrong question never gives you the right answer
yet we worship the process of asking, but not uncovering,

asking never leads to topos hyperuranion 'the place beyond heavens'
only uncovering does, hence no discovery is ever made,
we just rediscover things which we already know, we are not the question
but the answer, we uncover our own self, rediscover our own roots

that is the irony of it,
the way disease is the expression of life

I in you, and you in me, us together and separate
are the alpha and omega, the beginning and the end

but do you know, that there is no beginning and no end

as Crowley beautifully concluded,
'Holy art thou, Chaos, Chaos, Eternity,
all contradictions in terms!'