I reached my limit and my artistic mind has settled.
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It is not that I am god but that I am crazy enough to know what it means to know that I am god.
It is not that I want truth but that the only truth I can have is being certain that I am wrong. I can live with such a devotion.
Loneliness is a man-made vessel at sea, before man discovers what the sea cannot know which is that the sea and man are alone despite man himself not knowing the vast emptiness which preoccupies all space for both man and boat.
This is one of my more skillful works. But I have reached beyond my limits.
Some thoughts as I was sculpting this:
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The possibility of a lone in-animate object having a self-sufficient purposelessness in midst of the fervent forces of nature, warps my doubt that wisdom derived from a peace of mind isn't just the echo-location of a man who cries FOOL!
Echo-location is an ingenious self-assurance by which the entity who makes use of it can have unquestionable motives. An echo will return to the host creature a memory of locations compatible with the concept of FOOL.
a silly or stupid person; a person who lacks judgment or sense.