My brain breeds neurons with the world–
been at it since the womb
At least, I think this happens
a consistent metaphor
Introgressive iteration of self to environment
habituated abandonment of lackluster concepts
Never fully trust inner notions
cautiously expose expectations to reality
If the outer world doesn’t map onto your inner world
I’m afraid, that is exactly your problem
All the suffering surprise brings,
mislead by biased value judgement
“The world cares so little,”
more, “the world doesn’t care at all!”
This cliche malaise kind of an outcry
is too primed by language itself to have proper meaning
Emotional inference gets smuggled in by the filter
of our ever emotionally inferring minds
Anthropomorphized, the statement translates:
“the world, as an agent, does not care (to care being an expression of its agency of choice)”
The statement purports the world could care if it wanted to,
but the world does not want either–we want
to better illustrate the point while simultaneously risking infinite regression:
“the world does not care that it does not care”
This violates our relationship to it, for we care immensely,
want incessantly, and are primed to infer relationships between actors
The world simply is–
we’re an expression of that is-ing
The next step could easily be, “nothing matters”
but again that’s you, equating caring with mattering,
bringing your own conceptions to the table–
all matter matters, as all plants plant and animals animal
The world would ceaselessly continue production of its
astounding scenic beauty and variety of atomic expression
regardless of our being there to witness it
regardless of our being there to call it pretty
So, perhaps we should take a page from its stoic book
and not need the dirt around us to care about what we do for it to matter
Attain to be like the world and just do—
the introgression of seeing everything exactly as it is