Procrastinating again...
beginnings the hardest, again and again.
To fill and empty myself of facts...
Somehow, as I've grow, I die
but I'm more aware of it
these times wired all night.
I've know a little now of who I am...
The Irish tinkerer.
Walk me, professors, thru all the mysteries...
but all I crave are the basics;
the common denominators,
the sudden flashes of insight,
theirs and mine.
Stacks of facts and memories
are the maya of science to me
and though they may be necessary
they bring me down below my optimum.
But, here, where I fly, just on the twilight,
between facts and imaginations
and patterns and hallucinations...
I love the jumps, the correlations,
the ultimate unity beyond words
that almost yields purpose
before it colesceses
into the everything which is nothing.
I love to climb in magnitude
when I seek to understand
not to sink in detail
waiting to bottom out below confusion.
gallagher
8 Oct 75
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