An Errant Parent, An Heir Apparent
Robin Hood, Robbing Hoodlum
Words both reveal and obscure. They are paradox incarnate. Words may aptly describe half of the world, but they fool us into imagining that they describe all of the world. Nevertheless, we are always a little startled when a good poem manages to describe more than half the world. Such is art.
Words have sealed off Humans from the rest of the world. The paradox of words blinds us to the paradox of duality. It is words, first and foremost, that make the majority blind, ignorant and stupid. Words are both the smoke and the mirrors that populate our universe. With words, as with all of duality, we take one step forward, and one step back.