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living stone

Member since 2001 · Posted 8 Feb 2021 · 4 comments

The world ends With blood Let in dribs and drabs The moment not knowable As truth succumbs To fancy flights Fractalling Zeno-logically Ever tighter Until that binary split Of inevitability Already having squeezed Consciousness From the stone.

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[0] rabbi sammy schtupp 9-Feb-21/9:12 AM Reply

Oy vay!

[9] impert&ent 10-Feb-21/5:18 AM Reply

A bit of a riddle, but knowable...

[0] SupremeDreamer 18-Feb-21/5:15 AM Reply

You don't have to squeeze quite that hard to make me but bruh.... Relax.

[8] Dovina 11-Mar-21/12:30 PM Reply

Peter writes, “As you come to him [Jesus], the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him—you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house.”

Is it a fancy flight, a metaphor? a fractal? or can consciousness be squeezed from a real stone, eons ago in some primordial soup?