Cosmogony of the Liver

Like all beginnings that have come undone and all the ends that subsequently have come to be, that which binds every thing in relation could no longer do so, and, yes, the center could not hold: the divine energy of the universe had once again made itself known as the celestial intervention of its own undoing. I embrace you death for it is only through you that life is felt! Life comes into being at death’s door and in death’s den is where life comes to be. For no matter its duration, life is but a slow path to a much too quick demise and death is never swift enough in its begetting of new lifeblood. Order gives way to the disorder of becoming as darkness emerges from pulsating light to eke out passage on the pilgrim’s path. Abandon your steadfastness to the unfaithfulness of order in the same way it abandons you as it yields to its undying constancy to the ever-changing nature of disorder. Embrace the errancy of migration and dispersal; the way of the unknown, on a sea of uncertainty, unguided by stars, helmed by faith. From the very same impurities which cause emergence and becoming, the very same substances that will ultimately decide my existence and role, that which I reject as the not-me yet shall define the very essence that gives meaning to what I am, and from which I derive my nourishment and sense. The tree of knowledge of that which is salutary and that which knows how to dispel evil has spread its branches deep within me and guides my ways. A wave ripples, an arborescence of quicksilver and crimson and gold glimmers as the tree of becoming that branches out within every possible reach within me. And I have not forgotten what you have asked me: that surface that covers my dendritic excrescence, that pertains to me alone, that shelters my untrammelled pulsating viscous cosmos of warmth and muffled gurglings, I would have to answer that it is the product of intension, extension and expanse that allow all things to exist together yet blind to each other. And I cannot tell you more about the lifeblood that courses through my being any more than I can tell you about the lifeblood of that emptiness which contains that which contains the universe: the ethereal vapours that clothe the becoming raindrops that meet the river that flow into the sea to meet the oceans of uncertainty and evaporate as the red mist of morning and become the purple clouds of dusk. For they all exist as intervals of differentiated many and as one: what constitutes the ocean constitutes the drop, and drops do constitute the waves of which the sea is made. One or many, many or one. They are not the same but the many feel as solid as the one and the one is sentient like the many. To look, to see, to touch, to smell, to hear, images all of which I am not, but reflect that which is not there as if it were in ways in which I can comprehend but never really understand. The closer you look, the less you will see. The more you seek, the less you’ll find. No thing is every thing and every thing is no thing. Where the two shall meet is where you will become one with the present. The past is at your back: turn around and it will be in front of you like the imagined future that is yet to be but has been. The future is behind you: turn around and it will face you, uncharted and unknown, yet imaginable and predictable, like the past that it dictates and draws towards itself and is doomed to repeat in infinite variations of itself. You will find difference in the repetition and order to the repetition and similarity to the disparity for chaos fuels the appetite of order’s false satiety to exist as one. And static and unitary as you would like the object of your being to be, from however many vantage points you wish to compose an image of it, it will be the same but never alike. Its every facet is a facet of some thing that is other to your being even though to it linked you are as one. And to that expanse which is infinite and unknowable yet determinate and convergent, I would apply the God-given factor of 1.7 in determining the fractal dimension of extension of its being in order to determine its infinite expanse.