T H E E N D C O M M U N E

I have thought of myself as one who knows what death means, but my thoughts and prayers have grown tremendously on this matter, and I have since concluded that I really do not know much at all. No. I have no insight, no real wisdom, no gnosis I can attribute to myself while I stare nakedly into my honesty’s dirty mirror, and death is mysterious to all of us, as it is to me: all we do is contemplating intuitively the nature of its phenomena… contemplations which – if the world was ultimately governed by logic as its prime mover and rationality had jurisdiction over mortal men – would be discarded, ridiculed, trashed, left at the garbage dump amongst all the other emotions and amongst the heaps of discarded spiritual concepts, shattered ideas and useless passions! But we do not live in a world governed by logic as its highest hierarchical constituent, and rationality is not the God of man. Why? Because the logical and rational world is only one of the worlds we inhabit... and we may, and should, drop the act as if it is the only world. In my world I do not worship logic and reason, but I accept them as true. Until God takes over, that is.