Metaphysics?
What metaphysics do these trees have?
That of being green and having crowns and branches
And that of giving fruit at their hours,
– which is not what makes us think – us,
who don't know to be aware of them.
But what better metaphysics than theirs,
Which is not knowing why they live
And not knowing they don't know?
—Fernando Pessoa
In a description hollowed out of hollow-bright,
The artificer of subjects still half night.
It matters, because everything we say
Of the past is description without place, a cast
Of the imagination, made in sounds;
And because what we say of the future must portend,
Be alive with its own seemings, seeming to be
Like rubies reddened by rubies reddening.
—Wallace Stevens
closing lines to section V
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Problems that remain persistently insoluble should always be suspected as questions asked in the wrong way.—Alan Wilson Watts
