Born from the Black, He wormed through the World. He dove into Death, Vanishing back into the Black.
Epicurean Epitaph [Free Verse]
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Introducing the Enlightenment: A Graphic Guide by Lloyd Spencer
Zeno and the Tortoise: How to Think Like a Philosopher by Nicholas Fearn
Beauty: A Very Short Introduction by Roger Scruton
Identity: A Very Short Introduction by Florian Coulmas
How much grander must the world seem
closer to the ground,
a grass forest within the forest
with layered forest sounds?
Or would one be cut off from
the vaulted dome of sky,
and have one’s world shrink to
the limits of one’s eye?
If an ant thought it saw everything,
but only viewed a slice,
would its tiny ant mind have contracted a basic human vice?

Nothing is straightforward,
or simple.
Everything is a messy mix
of shades
blended in swirling clouds—
chaos clouds.
Those who can redraw the world
with sharp, angular boundaries
are the masters of self-deception:
for all deception is self-deception.

two rivers
flow together;
are they two?