aphorisibles from the nudist colony
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What does Abraxas know?
Very little.
What does Abraxas want to know?
Even less.
Only drained, Only empty Can Abraxas grow,
And Abraxas wants to grow,
Like his hair,
Until he’s bald.
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What is a thought? Where does it come from? Can it be generated artificially? Abraxas thinks about these things until, Suddenly, he realizes he might only Think he’s thinking about his thinking (thoughts).
Does thinking about the thought of thinking Qualify as a thought?
Can one not think, as opposed to thinking About nothing
(which is a thought and hence something).
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If I dared presume the vanity to consider a thought Original
would it be my thought? Be mine?
And yet, those thoughts that I think are original;
I know not from where they come.
Do they come from me?
What is me? Where do I come from? Am I a thought? An original thought?
And if so, whose? My own? Have I created myself or do I merely think I have?
(And is this not the same thing?)
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February 12th, 2008 at 10:37 am
“It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought.[…]I is someone else.”
Arthur Rimbaud 1871 (age 17)
February 16th, 2008 at 11:03 pm
Abraxas is. God is(love). Abraxas knows, because Abraxas loves, which is why he moves.