could call them a Trinity, but that title appears reserved for a
particular religious understanding, where the "I" is sublimated
to a serfdom of one amongst many in a creation for which there is a plan
and a master and supplicants who close their eyes and wave.
Imagine the ancients huddled against failure hunting down purpose. I
see the question 'why?' lost to past incarnations of its answer and
occasional inspiration. But what is tomorrow?
I could call it a dialectic and praise Hegel for his interpretation of
absolute, or I could call it a characteristic of matter, experienced first
then interpreted in useful ways.
And I find myself made ratty and yellow
teethed with these thoughts because of politics, and mathematics, and those
cathedrals where uniforms are mandatory.
So pat me on the head with three
fingers and say "there, there, there." Which may equal