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UPON*

up-on.

not down here.

this is a focus on what life's meant to be, not the failed state of how it is. trying to ignore the trash, the warping and twisting, the circus house of mirrors which we're so easily prone to use as a standard. a family once gave me a card bearing these words- "you're only as big as the dreams you dare to live". we'll get nowhere fast by basing our standards on what the world dictates as achievable. instead, base them on the what's up there, the eternal, the perfect, the high level from which there is neither the possibility nor the need nor the desire to go any further.
keep yer heads up.

*notice that no particular object(s) is said to be upon. just, upon. who knows what may lie there.


THE

well, there had to be at least one definite article within the line. because, to tangent, we have to be rooted somewhere. whilst we dream and vision and ambisize (taken from ambition, for those unfamiliar with the nature of my made-up words) (...or, to be really unconstrained, should it be 'ambisizeless'?), we're ultimately postioned in a place for a reason, and so we keep our feet anchored firmly to familiar, tangible, changeable ground.
there's gotta be a 'the' somewhere.


SPIRALLING

if they weren't spiralling,
the only alternative would be rows.
geometric, uniform rows.
rows would need a shape.
and rows would need an order.
and what order could you put such shelves into which wouldn't comprimise the equality of significance for each article which a spiralling shelf would possess?

admittedly, used partly for alliterative purposes.
admittedly, used partly because i like the word.
admittedly, i spelt the word incorrectly first-time round.


SHELVES

considering the above, maybe this should only be singular (that is, an endlessly spiralling shelf). unless it was double-backed. or there were other dimensions. hmm...


OF

...of what? what is this 'thing', this, object or subject of which we desire the answers? why are we questioning in the first place? from the first day as a baby, when you pondered at one hand discovering the other, why this resilient persistent intrigue? and to whom is it, or should it, be directed?

"Questions are not scary.
What is scary is when people don't have any."

-Rob Bell, Velvet Elvis


A

everyone has their own idea of eternity. this is mine.


PURPLE

purple, chosen because i needed a colour and i am rather partial to a deep regal purple.

but, more interestingly, i needed a colour because these thinkings, being i) written by a me, a lump of stuff which constitutes a human, ii) typed in a highly limiting language for basic means of communication, iii) read on a glass screen of myriad pixels, iv) and for a whole host of other reasons; describe a severely limited concept of eternity. just as the indian fable of the blind guys* discovering what they don't realise to be an elephant goes to show,
i'm most likely gonna be presenting an incredibly misconstrued picture of what's really up there. my own narrow experience of an a breadth inexperiencable in this world. the exhabit of our inhabit.
and hence, only a tiny amount of the real truth.
however, hopefully, truth all the same.

*intriguingly, contrast this with billy joel's lyrics "I know I'm searching for something / Something so undefined / That it can only be seen / By the eyes of the blind" - River of Dreams


ETERNITY

anything which is - dares i say it - good. for, anything that is good deserves to last forever (elsewise it cannot be wholly good), and be available to be enjoyed as such.