the carved word is one of the most
complex expressions
memory made manifest
it’s something that straddles past and future without ever quite being present
or rather it at first seems indifferent to the present
there’s a tension of a most unfathomable nature
the word desires to be understood to have meaning
but you somehow feel that it’s not you yourself that the word is addressing
it washes over you
holding a dialogue with something arcane
that’s maybe not mortal
and you feel intrigued
captured even
you’re aware of a deeper existence
maybe a temporary reassurance that indeed there is no beginning no end
and all at once the outward appearance of meaning is transcended
and you find yourself struggling to comprehend a deep and formidable mystery
I’m dying
you are dying
second by second
all is transient
does it matter
do I bother
yes I do
life is fantastic
it never ends
it only changes
flesh to stone to flesh and round and round
best keep walking
David Bowie discussing Richard Devereux’s work “In Stillness and In Silence,” the carving in the stone, I think.
Happy Sunday.
I told Wendell the other day that I was going to change the name of the site to wendellpeekanddavidbowie.com, so this fits.
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