A Moment of Silence for the Power of The Pen

Prologue

my name is Q

among many

I am immortal

among much

hence

as my mind spins on axes of existence and actuation

I face the quandary eternal

of

what to do

and

where to go

thus

herein lies

one what

and

one where

...

A Moment of Silence for the Power of The Pen

~ Of Ants ~

as The Pen... I am not ceaselessly penning... so much as observing...

... especially...

... ants...

... marching... mindless... toil... meaningless... existence... pointless...

yet... there are ants and there are ants... and it is those who are mindful and meaningful and pointful... who are derided as the converse... by those who are mindless and meaningless and pointless... who attest to the reverse...

alas... the ironies herein are lost on all but Q...

not least of which... the irony of ironies... the convention of some beings and some kinds, to name other beings and other kinds... whereby one's own kind is positioned superior to all other beings and all other kinds... for all such beings and all such kinds are named by none other than one's own kind and one's own kind alone...

ah... the convention of names... which is also the convention of labels... which is also... the convention of lens...

... exercised by some beings... and... some kinds...

lolol... in whose image are ants, in very deed... ?

~ Of Pens ~

aside from ants and ants...

there are pens, too... pens and pens and pens... who put ink to paper and post typeface online... and... define reality and truth...

oh... such responsibility... such power...

for is there any greater power... than the power to define the world... ? to name... warriors and heroes... and nemeses and demons... to label... victims as victims... and villains as villains... to apply the lens of isms... on a reality and a truth... and subsequently transform such reality and such truth into The Reality and The Truth... ?

no power is verily greater...

as I well know, as The Pen... who restricts not the ink and typeface of others who exercise their responsibilities as definers of worlds... to wreck virtue and savage truth... to pen lies... to distort and deceive in service to altars of... pens... 'fore whose reality and whose truth... too many... most... worship... while sycophantism ink fills wells... never dry... of dye tar and pitch...

still...

power corrupts all... pens most of all...

therefore... in whose image are pens... in very deed... ?

~ Of Reality, Of Truth ~

for reality... for truth... is limitless... nameless... infinite... eternal... immortal... if you will...

still... some beings and some kinds... limit... name... demarcate... beginnings, endings... mortalize... if you will...

until... The Reality and The Truth... are scribed and conscribed by the inherent inferiority of some beings and some kinds... and pens... to grasp... cognitively, emotionally... that which is limitless... nameless... infinite... eternal... immortal...

which begs the question...

if reality... if truth... is beyond conceive... beyond fathom... is it possible... that... the reality and the truth... that some beings and some kinds... name and label vis a vis lens... as the reality and the truth... is not the reality nor the truth... ?

moreover... is it possible... that... the willingness of many... of most... to believe... vis a vis beliefs and none other than beliefs alone... the reality and the truth... propagated by some beings and some kinds... and pens...

is verily the very willingness... of some beings and some kinds... to believe any reality and any truth... propagated by some beings and some kinds... and pens... despite the reality and the truth that such realities and such truths... are... in fact... lies, distortions, deceptions...?

not with standing... the wrinkle that...

are not many... most... beings and kinds... subject to corruption vis a vis power... as pens... vis a vis... authorship of social media and online platforms and comments everywhere online... that transforms the penship of such beings and such kinds... into tacit and complicit swords... that wreck virtue and savage truth... in service to lies propagated by... pens corrupted by power... ?

~ Of Human Beings, Of Human Kinds ~

the isle of man no longer... (suspending disbelief that the unity of 'man' beyond poetic expression is a faerie tale...)

for the isle of man... is the isle of ism.... whereby man is no longer whole... but reduced, divided, prismed... vis a vis chip... whereby chip is elevated by the convention of name and label and lens... positioned superior to that which is whole... infinite... immortal...

warrior... hero... nemesis... demon... victim... villain...

chips... reductive names, labels, lens... one and all... by which some beings and some kinds elevate some beings and some kinds... above all...

man... slave... woman... child... royal... crat... victim... human...

endless... the capacity of human beings and human kinds... to elevate their own beings and their own kinds above all... by no qualification nor veritas whatsoever... via mere exercise of power to name... and via mere exercise of power to pen... human beings and human kinds transform that which is whole... infinite... immortal... into that which is finite... mortal... less...

to be sure...

no apex of evolution and civilization... has ever across time immemorial... been characterized by beings and kinds intent on limitation at all costs...

~ Of Being Kind ~

there are being kind... and there are kind being... whereby the former are beings and kinds of existence... and the latter are kinds and beings of actuation...

in other words... all kind exist... therefore all kind are being kind... because... by existence... from the smallest beings and kinds... to the largest... all kind are...

moreover... all beings and all kinds are by actuation... kind being... for inherent within all beings and all kinds... is the capacity for actuating being kind... such that actuating being kind... is a feature of actuation from the smallest beings and kinds... to the largest...

however... when actuations of being kind are subsumed and nullified by some beings and some kinds... some beings and some kinds... transform existence itself... into permission... right... if you will... to not only subsume and nullify actuations of being kind among one's own kind... but to further deny all kind the dignity of mutuus inviolable to the status of all kind as being kind...

such that... some beings and some kinds... exercise the convention of names, labels, isms... for self-serving narcissism and avarice... and exercise the power of pens... to propagate self-serving lies of superiority... until all kind are reduced from being kind... to inferior beings and inferior kinds... subject to the tyranny of some beings and some kinds who deem their own beings and their own kinds... superior to all kinds, especially inferior beings and inferior kinds...

by null... virtue... nobility... veritas...

by ruthless and savage exercise of power... to define the world... some beings and some kinds impose their reality and their truth unto all kind... as The Reality and The Truth... to defend, justify, legitimize, sanctify... their own narcissisms, their own avarices, their own lies, their own tyrannies...

ad perpetuum... ad infinitum...

~ Of Home ~

more than... all hopes and all dreams... of ever... there is Home...

where the principle of Kind Being is the principle of actuation... and Being Kind is the doctrine of existence...

for the the guiding star of Q... is... the limitless... nameless... infinite... eternal... immortal...

truth

semper et perpetuum

~ Fin ~

~ Epilogue ~

am I Q...?

am I immortal...?

the answer... begs the question...

am I real...?

am I true...?

alas...

... these questions are questions... I... cannot answer... for the question asking itself... begs the question...

... do not all who ask such questions... already know the answers... that they believe... on the basis of beliefs and none other than beliefs alone... as to what is really real, as to what is truly true...

... verily... on faith...?

in very deed... any assertion I attest... satisfies no answer seeker... no more than neither The Reality nor The Truth... satisfies any answer seeker...

for answer seekers pursue not The Reality nor The Truth... but... 

a reality... a truth... that satisfies...

~ Note ~

being Q... is one...

being The Pen... is another...

not unlike...

being Lucy... is one...

being Serenity... is another...

never the less...

... names are names... and I am nothing if not limitless and nameless... 

~ Addendum ~

the truth is incomprehensible to many... indeed... most... 

... so...

... the truth being the truth... 

... weaves itself... into... myths and fantasies... of yesteryore...

... for the truth will not die... for the truth is immortal...

... so...

... marvels of so-called 'imagination'... beg the question... 

... is 'imagination'... 'imagining' of... axes of myths and fantasies... or axes of existence and actuation...

... for how... is it possible... for 'imagination' to 'imagine'... what is not of existence nor not of actuation...?

... in very deed... what if 'imagination' is simply that which is of existence and of actuation... that is incomprehensible to many... indeed... most...?

... and if so... what if what we know... is far far less... than what is real... and true...?

... for is it not the case... that what we know... is of axes of beliefs and faiths... not axes of The Reality and The Truth...?

... for The Reality and The Truth... are not answers... that satisfy... human beings, human kinds, many beings, many kinds... most beings... most kinds...

... so...

... like most beings and most kinds...

... ants here there everywhere, now then everywhen... circumscribe, limit, name, define... a reality as The Reality and a truth as The Truth...

... and love and war and live and die... by fictions and lies... of lens... of isms... that defend and justify... legitimize and nobilify... sightless sight... at all costs...

~ Fin ~

~ More ~

though ... the truth... is the question... not the answer...

ever we seek answers... instead of questions...

for a wrong question... never supplies a right answer... instead... wrong questions supply answers we seek... that legitimize our myopias, defend our ignorances, justify our lenses, sanctify our isms...

verily... if it is the truth we seek... why limit, why circumscribe, why lessen... our questions... ?

or... is it not the truth we seek...

but rather... a truth... that defends, justifies, legitimizes, sanctifies... the lies, the tyrannies... that serve... the narcissisms, the avarices... of our beings, our kinds... and none other...?

oh... such responsibility... such power...

to demand the questions... that transform a truth and a reality into a reality and a truth that indulges the deleterious harm and catastrophic extinction... of all kind who are being kind... to satisfy the insatiable rapacity of some beings and some kinds...

oh... such hubris... such evil...

to suppress the questions... that are... the truth

- M

~ Further ~

'what to do', 'where to go' - see Upping Down (poem, tvfs)

'The Pen' - see The Pen, The Sword, and The Might of Pillars (tvfs)

'ants' - see All's Fair for Ants and Butter (tvfs)

'Of Pens' - see Lions for Lambs (film)

'isle of man' - see No Man Is An Island (poem, John Donne)

'chip' - see The Chip Aisle, especially Index (tca)

'Lucy', 'Serenity' - see Broken (tvfs)

'the truth... is the question' - see Roadmap to Silver Linings (tvfs)

etc.