Like the website that hosts it, this blog is only concerned with using art and brief texts to uncover the bias and other limitations of thought conditioned by memory and tradition, thus also revealing how this largely unacknowledged tribal egotism that affects all human beings creates and sustains the systemic disorder and violence of the world in which we all live.

Without a radical awakening to the immense distance between our mental and social reality and the truth, we are condemned to continue living in the same cruel division, conflict, and sorrow to which we ourselves sustain with our personal memories, thoughts, and desires.

Nothing Is the Most We Ever Know

MICHELLE BOISSEAU

Nothing Is the Most We Ever Know

We became astronomers thinking we were studying the Universe, and now we learn that we were just studying the 5 or 10 percent that is luminous. --Vera Rubin, discoverer of Dark Matter

A truck rattles past the house.
I close my eyes to see the night open
its black luster, the ocean's dream
when most profound. I let my jaw
go slack, and I fall through violet galaxies,
fresh and ancient as thumbprints
on a milk bottle, a snowy porch, Cincinnati, 1962.

                               Headlights grope
the ceiling, I close my eyes. Like rain,
light will eel itself through any chink,
but what's through when we're through?


(This wonderful poem came to us from Ellie and Louis, our delightful next door neighbors. At the bottom of the page there was a hand-written invitation to dinner and "more talk of mysteries." Who could resist?      
Here is a link to a most opportune video and below a snap made yesterday of the snowy porch we share with Ellie and Louise.

Doubt and Certainty

The Loving Embrace of Life