There is no limit to what you can forget. This is your final freedom.
Not that I can know your “this”
Nor you know my “this”
Not that our “thises” can join
Nor be compared or measured
But the undeniable “thisness” of “this”
We can know
We can communicate
And stop there
If there be just one abstraction worth making
One extension into shared conceptual space
One attempted acknowledgment
Of our surprised humanity
Let it be simply the abstraction
The thing with the eyes
Is that they don’t analyse
But see, can only see
Look, only ever look
Straight at the unlimited
I may call you a stranger
But I think we both know
How inappropriate that really is
I may say “goodbye” to you
But the impossibility
Of really doing that
Is very clear to us both
Pass in the end.
Even you, old friend
Though you seemed at times
To challenge this law.
But no, you too
Now finally replaced
He’d driven for some time
Before coming to a narrow bridge
A sign saying Cuckmere.
“That’s odd” he thought
“The same Cuckmere?”
Its banks steep and close
Water a quick muddy brown
Not the slow, low-banked friend
He thought he knew.
“But then, how recognizable am I now
After all these twists and turns?
And is there a stretch of me
That still races over
Mixed pebbled shallows?”
Is it not sufficient to know that somewhere or other, there is ecstasy, there is wonder, there is fullness?
What difference does it make on which shores these waves of experience break?
Why this pressure for them all to converge here?
Ultimate reality? Absolute truth?
There’s nothing “ultimate” about ultimate reality.
Nothing supra-dimensional, nothing timeless,
Everything relative, everything transitory.
What’s so ultimate about the sheen on the floor?
About the smell of evening air through the bathroom window?
These things are so much closer, so much more dangerous!
You look at the blue sky and think of benevolent ultimate reality?
I tell you, you see it for what it is,
See the killer tone behind the word “blue”,
See the sheer drop behind the word “sky”,
You see all that….it’ll bite your head off.
For you there is only one direction. Down.