If there is one mistake we humans make
most frequently, it's that which makes an object
of anything: how then, you ask, does subject
develop in self-knowledge, and partake
in life? Let me say, for argument's sake,
that all is water, and, in this respect,
flows strongly in the current: to select
droplets, to organise a watery stake
in what is bound to flow, to coalesce
with other drops in one primordial stream,
is to be swept away: death is the symbol:
death is the joining, breaking with the dream
and being pulled away, the pull, no less
of life: where pride’s brought down, and proved the humble.
