Paradox Point

          Full Circle     Washed up, knocked down Nothing to show Out of luck, turned around Nowhere to go Oh well, what the hell No-one to be Square one, rebegun Now we are free.  

Stability Cannot Analyze That morning thought, so grand and bold                By evening is already old           We finally can find the truth           Necessity is only proof           We see it right before our eyes           Stability cannot analyze             From near to far I now can see           So faint a star, so clear to me           The limitations don’t apply           For I am not, but I am I           Expanding outward to the skies        ...

    The Logical Self Does Not Exist            This morning’s scientific laws           By evening will develop flaws           Our models must admit defeat           Consistency is not complete           Our minds cannot unspin this twist           The logical self does not exist             From far to near I search for me           So close and clear, so hard to see           Exact description can’t be got  For I am I, but I am not                    The ...

    Monarch’s Lament                             Last night, I dreamed that I conversed with a Monarch butterfly. How beautiful it was, and how bitter! This is what it sang:                          Bitter my life and bitter my death;                    Bitter my food and bitter my flesh!           Yet it sang so sweetly!             I wondered why, so I pursued it, calling out, “Beautiful bug, what ails you?”           The Monarch replied:         ...