Everytime I think something is true,
It is shown to be empty by the next contradictory appearance.
I can say or declare “nothing is true”,
But as this knowledge enters my cells, it is astonishing at each step.
It is an infinite abyss and I fall through ever deepening nothingness.
It is shown to be empty by the next contradictory appearance.
I can say or declare “nothing is true”,
But as this knowledge enters my cells, it is astonishing at each step.
It is an infinite abyss and I fall through ever deepening nothingness.
Journey to the Abstract 