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Unconcluded Continuance

what is it about yesterday
that makes me
more of who i am
than who i am today

it wasn't today that i went to sleep
when i wake up it won't be yesterday
just the unconcluded continuance
of a living dream that i call my self

everything around me is happening
for the first time, the only time, and the last time
being born, being and dying
to become the dream

someplace, sometime in my dreams
the reality that i live through
becomes a dream in my reality
without my knowing

why do i even wide awake
return to places i have already been
making choices that i already regret
to remain who i was yesterday

as if unable to wake up from a dream
parts which i can remember
and parts of which
can only be dreamt about

Epistemic Threshold

what if the laws of the universe aren't absolute
in fact, is there any reason to believe
that there are any laws at all

what if the laws are evolving just like us, with us
in fact, is there any reason not to believe
that it's we, that are evolving the laws
that we are making the laws

that the earth was actually flat until we
gave it the possibility of not being flat
and then dug into our own imagination
to find, as to what else it could be
and so it became, to the extent
to which we could believe

that elementary particles
actually, were actually quite content
with performing their newtonian chores
until the moment that we said
that it's not alive enough, it's too simple

that as soon as we know and understand a law
it becomes too banal for our epistemic threshold
and we need something deeper and more complex
to worship the unknown with

that we are not reaching deeper into the fabric of reality
and discovering something more fundamental than its precedent
but it's actually our desire for there to be
something more fundamental than laws
that is fundamental

that it's because there is no way to quest for something already known
that we are always driven, to explore the extent of our unknowing
and hence forever be in quest

because an absolute knowledge of the object
would mean becoming the object itself
and inseparable from it

is it not that in all that we search for
we are searching for the extent of our boundaries, our frontiers
and rejoicing in our failure to breach them
as they evolve ever slightly further with every conquest

in the end, is it not that in all that we search for
we are searching for our selves, for our noumenon