discourse regarding count countless

aspects, modes of existence, perspectives:
1. the count
2. countless
3. count countless

the count deciphers; countless encompasses; count countless encompasses both, and the resulting both, and the resulting both, ad infinitum.


the count renders language possible; countless renders balance possible; count countless Is.

the count is i; countless is I; count countless Is.

the count is he; countless is she; count countless Is.

the count prefers; countless is ambivalent; count countless Is.

the count is specificity, is individuality, is identity, is one among all; countless is facetless and omni faceted, is all but not one; count countless Is.

the count knows being knowing; countless is being knowing being; count countless Is.

i call him the count, because that's what he does (discerns, distinguishes).
i call her countless, because she doesn't count (discern, distinguish).
the concept of count countless... unapproachable, approachable, unreachable, nonexistent, everpresent, unending... One; words, thoughts, provide but part of the whole that must be being been to be known; to understand is not to understand; unencompassable. "count countless," chosen label for the unlabellable - applied by the count, the one who requires that there be a label.

fb crap i may wish to have kept had i not

conundrum of the paradoxical palindrome:
not because i like big words, but because it's accurate: unsolvable question spawned by existence of The fact, refuting its own existence, apparently identical from either side - neither perspective apparent that it is but one of two, with simultaneous awareness transcending awareness. The Frontier, nonexistent, between Existence and Not.

"reality" is one of those tangents, my friend; it just happens to be the one that we all agree upon - that agreement (acceptance) sufficing, for most, for understanding otherwise unattainable. i know i'm chasing my tail - but it's my natural inclination to do so; having no preference, i let nature take its course. there's purpose in even the ... See Morepurposeless; my finite (humanly) perspective knows not why, but Faith (yes) leads me as i'm lead, to choose as i "choose," and i am at peace with what "i" am within All That Is. I accept edward's inability to accept, and become a transcendent peace that encompasses that disharmony and its inverse; this does not, however, negate the existence of apparent disharmony - the same, i assume, that is witnessed and was responded to thrice, recently. to each of you: i am more at peace, more often, than ever before i've been; i am truly "in God's hands," and, holistically, as whole as i'll be until this body relinquishes its hold on my soul.

i love you, too. i HAVE found happiness in thinking, now; i'm no longer mired in the old and familiar torment: now i see not only all of the darkness of the void surrounding the flickering light of my awareness as i traverse what thoughts lie between me and death. i've been enlightened with appreciation of the eternal nature of the light and of the... See More void and of their coexistence - The Truth, the nature of Nature, a fact irrefutable and fundamental, its existence made apparent (apparency as substantial, though, only as the fronteir between dark and light, as substantial as choice) by the fact that there is light within the dark, that the two co-exist as a part of the Whole, and that, somehow, i perceive them each and both and All. i had to suffer in order to come here; i know not whether it was pride or skepticism or cynicism or some other predisposition that lead me to re-re-re-invent the wheel - all of that matters no longer; i've arrived Here Whole, with this holistic understanding which is peace, the nature of which tells me that its purpose is but to Be.

through all those words, what i really want to convey is that i have found peace of acceptance, and acceptance of that peace. i mean it - peace used to bug me.

all of it

written to the "you" i see when facing me while seeing "you."
written to "you," to me, and to Universe. interpret it all all ways. the picture will be, then, closer to the complete it'll never reach without you being Me.

Me
Being
Universe

as stated previously

a new sense of tired, of exhaustion, of supreme frustration, of disappointment

in you

in each of you


can't i even get the fucking idea across?
i don't exist. stop fucking knocking.
there is no door;
no house;
no address;
no city;
no address;
nothing.

but you're on the curb you imagine
tossing rocks towards the window
of the mirage that is "me,"
constructed by you and your need


if you didn't want me,
you'd have me.

if you didn't want me,
i'd have you.

you motherfuckers


i do exist.
have a seat.



the "me" you see will not be
never was
but in your mind


Me that Is
is you
already

realize that,
please?


so i can stop being to you
"that"

- an echo of your desire,
rebounding off of the Truth that Is Me
that you fail to see
amidst the composite -

and become to Me This
where "we" can be Me


and admit it

I AM the void
i am what you see

I AM nothing
stop creating me

asshole

and i understand
because
when i'm not here,
consternated
i'm there,
gazing at "you"
longing
as you gaze at "me"

written some time ago; posting similarly-themed metaphorical poetry, moth/flame

Self-actualized
terrified.

So crippled by fear
of allowing her
to draw near only
to shut her out.

A moth to the flame
I fly.
Wary, though, am I.
I've been here before
and I know.

I am the flame;
I will set you ablaze
and douse myself,
then wonder (sincerely)
"why are you on fire?"

it's all the same -
the result, the aim -
the rhyme scheme

another of
the same
guided endeavor
to loose the rudder.

to cut free the implement
of cutting free -
that last tether,
only remainder
of the engine that renders peace

to end the end
and begin beginning

to put into words
a farewell to language,
to thought,
to discernment -

but all there is is the act
of letting go -
less than that, even,
and even that,
even that,
even that


farewell is a lingering,
its desire even less -
but still enough
to remain
the remainder.



Out with the dove!
in with the crow.
Out with the knowing!
in with know.

living is dying
knowing, a prison.
giving
that which can be neither given nor returned.



but i have a body -
specificity
containing

sever severance
and fall into falling
into falling
into

from phallic tendency
of need to sense the frontier
while
fading into the void
of not


encompassing encompassing

farewell,
echo of farewell.

oh! hello...

so
cold
too
warm
because
absolute
zero
ain't
here
or
since
it's
a
dead
stop
it
never
lasts
long
enough


motion is scary
and my chin is hairy
and my heart is wary - of even the smallest things

that's about all i'm sure of
besides Everything