Living with a hernia

 How then to break free of the cage within which we live? 

By no longer conflating myopic worldview for cosmic purview, as in Schopenhauer’s lament that ‘every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.’ 

No longer expecting predictability or periodicity, rhyme or reason. 

No longer abhorring the ‘cataclysm upstream’, but warming to its embrace. No longer conflating the morale of a story with the moral of a story. 

No longer rejoicing in civilisation so-called, but warming to its ever-tenuous and ever-contingent enmeshment in cosmic forces impervious to prisons, no matter how impenetrable a tyrant’s rampart. 

Whether viewed through a literary or scientific worldview, a civilisation unmasked as a hollow conceit against cosmic vicissitudes reveals something arising in its stead: a meek purview for equanimity between being and becoming petrified. And, therein, a re-worlded worldview, premised not only in being alive during a rupture of life on earth, but actually being alive to rupture itself. 

The hunt for Black October

No sun — no moon! No morn — no noon — No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day.   No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member — No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! — November!