alcohol has made me soft,
what i am –
ulterior; clean but
mawkish. let not
thy judgment fall
severely. the sober man, the
responsible man knows too clearly
how right he is, how
objective his truth is &
in the state i’m in i reckon.
the poet beats the philosopher,
til the latter submits
that mathematical propositions
are nothing but air, unsubstantials
that don’t exist unless someone’s looking;
at a- intellectual level
only, i think.
had that conversation with an electronics engineer, with his maths degree, who didn’t, or couldn’t, or I couldn’t explain sufficiently, that mathematics is a choice, in that a People might choose emotion, vision i.e. third eye/imagination, out of body, astral projection, consciously exploring by how hallucinations become the basis of a reality more explorative than measurement, but just as substantial. Not that I deny mathematics exists just that I don’t consider it an absolute but possibly only more proof that we live in a holographic matrix created by us for our permanent awareness to experience variations of that (divine) actuality
thanks for that Dean –
real dense & interesting. I agree. i think. i can’t fathom it. at least not with words