Mystery of Disposable and Obsolete Human Employment (Version Four - Final)
The middle eye of the dome admits a column that moves across an interior like a searchlight operated by cosmology ... Raindrops fall through a building breathing weather ... inhaling sky ... exhaling workers ... Philosopher imagined us as spirit watchers ... mistaking projections for reality ... our backs to the fire that casts the shapes called Truth ... Every breakthrough in understanding is someone turning around to face the medicine ... then telling the others what they have seen ... Shadows slither down a pyramid's steps ... The hitching post stands like a mooring ... swinging through the day as if the sun were a boat tied to a rock ... When the rope goes slack ... capital sails free ... Sunlight pierces spiral daggers marking seasons on Ancestral clocks that tells time in wounds ... Behind a silk screen ... entire dynasties rise and fall in silhouette ... love stories unfold in the space between pieces of cloth ... The puppeteers discovered that shadows cost nothing ... that faces couldn't be less honest than flesh ... Descending into the earth ... each level and layer captures different angles ... creating a cascade of shifts ... like a kaleidoscope made of multiplication charts ... The deeper you go ... the more it reflects on its nature ... Rice paper teaches manners ... transforming its directness into a gentleness that fills rooms without accusation ... A suggestion rather than statement ... privacy achieved through transparency ... obsolescence achieved through efficiency
