The Poetry In The Air

The Poetry In The Air

                         One man wrote sonnets to summer only in winter,

                         and odes to spring only in fall.

The literature already inscribed in man's collective thought too closely tracks the cycles of the seasons; to think freely and afresh, one must struggle against all things normal to a normal mind, for the secret poetry that transcends has no meter or rhyme grounded on popular consciousness.

All personal views and opinions are, by their very nature, hostile and aggressive; only impersonal comprehension of the unity of things is free from this.

Now from our Realigned Metaphysics Dictionary:

Trying to Find One's Self:  Something you can do to help show you how far away you are from having one.

J.

A man wrote The Agitation Doctor and asked:

     "In thinking: is specific redundancy of thought really the problem, or simply the fact that meaningless repetition is the natural fuel of the mind?"