Saturday, July 30, 2011

There is No Beauty without some Strangeness of Proportion/ Part 8/ Section 9

By Brian George


“This otherness, then, the text that illuminates the geometry of the All, when things became clouded, went out to the furthermost revolution, and seems to me to have been what was called ether by men of old.”—Heraclitus, from Fragment 30

The Sun has been replaced by an indeterminate sphere. It grows and shrinks. Wind whistles through the laboratories. In the deserts of the West, they have left all the cage doors open. No humans depart. Those who look almost—but not exactly—like them do. Their memories are recombinant—and only much later on, and from a distance, “real.”

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