Saturday, August 25, 2012
Dry As A Bone
It's a zero, a no thing, without existence and so on, rather than the serenity, 'oblivion' is sometimes attached to. But in the search for this moment now, the alternative to which is always either 'oblivion' or 'nothing,' I could think instead of this moment now, in terms of it being a full glass, which might tempt me to call last orders so tomorrow would not come. But I prefer to think of this moment now as 'time,' or as 'cheerfulness', or maybe 'gravity.' And it's these things I prefer to think, keep the breath in me, rather than something with the potential to be half empty, or even 'nothing.' A primitive thought I know and one which does no service to purpose, or any of those other oddities that so constrain the imagination, and which are so vital for those arrangements that make the idea of tomorrow possible.