Par say Men are Ideas then there are birds
But then, again, a beginning and an end are the limits of everything?
Certainly.
Then the one, having neither beginning nor end, is unlimited?
Yes, unlimited.
And therefore formless; for it cannot partake either of round or straight.
But why?
Why, because the round is that of which all the extreme points are
equidistant from the centre?
Yes.
And the straight is that of which the centre intercepts the view of
the extremes?
True.
Then the one would have parts and would be many, if it partook either
of a straight or of a circular form?
Assuredly.
But having no parts, it will be neither straight nor round?
Right.
And, being of such a nature, it cannot be in any place, for it cannot
be either in another or in itself.
How so?
Because if it were in another, it would be encircled by that in which
it was, and would touch it at many places and with many parts; but
that which is one and indivisible, and does not partake of a circular
nature, cannot be touched all round in many places.
Certainly not.
But if, on the other hand, one were in itself, it would also be contained
by nothing else but itself; that is to say, if it were really in itself;
for nothing can be in anything which does not contain it.
Impossible.
But then, that which contains must be other than that which is contained?
for the same whole cannot do and suffer both at once; and if so, one
will be no longer one, but two?
the use of Par as a generator of words in the Par men ideas is par t icu larly par tial to par sing
...There is one true swing...
the gemme is to walk the way to the self...generating the swing in the motion of the diverse with(in) the stillness of the perfection of the same becoming aka Σθμμινγ the parting on the left with the parting on the right...the release of the orthogonal formed in the formation of the former form known as the address followed by the former formed form known formally as the top of the back of the swing the position of potency at which the point of the angle formed at the end of the ulna where the hand holds sway the 93 degree way before becoming the beginning of the end of the down back move far beyond the add resτ to end just λεφτ of the ταγγετ whence the weight of the orthogonal side shifts ωιτη α ΣλιΔΣ to γιΔε elide an elision of eight whence left is the wΣiγht ωιτη right αs lite ασ λιγητ ground to the ground lensedly sure as sight of βlight ωηιτε αβsent from the equation fixing the sole of the shoe to the s()uλ of (())h is that mΘther down θνδερ τηΣγΣ becoming Υοθ ΥοΘ ΣΣΣ fore the next to be next the last must be past the future becomes becomingly as said ball fast forth suddenλy set free from said σαδ idle position whence βε struck formerly stuck being a ball amid the salt water sea spinning 1000 θnits of 528 round the pole of north south σετ φγεε along the verse of 93 where spin comes in a flavor or two for the season and τηΓΣΣ φογ the shew Rte. 66 for now Rte. 63 for υοθ sets of complete (ness) filled with 48 multiplezaza of 11 at the rate of two days every two days somewhere αλονγ αν αγψ standing still mid moon round οη something called the ground sometimes called a T the first letter of the word men say there is one true swing said often as we...
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The way that can be named is other than the way that is becoming The New ColossusNot like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” n/a Source: Emma Lazarus: Selected Poems and Other Writings (2002) |
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