if the eternal becomes life to “become” is without that which eternity seeks or that which birth brings—death, this “void” between, itself becomes—yes, without life & without eternity
History is that which is told about becoming
which is without & yet is not nothing—the telling is all
the difference—division itself is becoming’s precondition
In the day we are blind to the dark—not the one we dream of as night but this light as fire beyond—fire we burn away to wake & as we rise to work we seek. This is how we know what we know. Both this & death—we the stuff—they the making of
