Revised From: "Keep the Bear From Laughing" (M. Kirsh- copywrite 1988)



As an anticeedant to the president that all derives from one, I presently here present a plausable accounting by retoactive rarification of my perceptions and by numerical relations of division and association, my developed conception of the first fornification: which, to start, I assume to be raw, energetic, undifferentated and mindless, in light of the great, quantized, exactly parceled layout, and catagorically defined propensities of all the descendants of and inhabitants of this world: and since the orders of nature appear to be an evolved order of defined congruity- construct-an odd economic conglomeration imperceptable and overshadowed by man's externally projected perfection wishes, and by the sense that god is conceived as a projection of sterility, cirlular, rather than god as GOD(a name), an amourphous name as all names are not mathematical equations but denote personal differences, ..and since I perceive such an incongruity, past to present, I presently seek for the edififation of those grown separate from the real and natural notions ,direction and courses of their great fathers and grandfathers that once guided all without exception, I present my own broad picture of the world as far I can stretch my sight and life wisdoms to know it.
Beyond grasp in the treacherous narrows of living is the simple fact of instinct(am i going to think about what doing is, think about doing it, or do it-there's is nothing to do about what doing is, and the question is basically impertinent to survival...instinct, living and it's defined nemisis, sufferings, and the names placed upon its' sources. Nature is mentally not seen distinct from the "perfectly designed tools we apply to the environment to better our lives, despite all of the learned science orders natural constants and laws we use to describe the physical world, the world is still a name, an amourphism,a unique of which might exist a million other possibilities. God, a name for our own familiar selves -live as contents and container with all are self neglected/punished illuded to scientific illusion. an expected perfectness, employed for life and living as if by an external agent dig, shoveling for gold in the earth from which we are all derived and where to one day we must all return, instead of water and sustaining nurishement-scientific planners for tomorrows energy needs.
Buried/denied within all of our seeking is the truth that our original birth is from something as disordered and as shapeless as the impression of slung mud on a moving, amorphorous, transitory with no concrete destination. We manifest in action a different description of perfection that is set apart from this naked immutable truth that always exists all seconds of any of the transient moments of our existances. WE ARE INDEED SOMEWHAT COMICAL.
We know the world as endless as could swallow the soul, belittle the grave, drawf the greatest esteem, intimidate the strongest muscle, and reflect upon our physical nature as the shadow cast by a grain of sand to the stature of a sun. This description we create is certainly finite in comparison to what our eyes perceive as instinct, the flowing stream of existence-real infinity, that trails beyond, loomsinf front, is where we are at, in all the shadows, in the waking hours of our days and intellectual applications ;- We orient the lines and walls and divides we seed and nurture, plus or minus the acrued knowledge and wisdom once guided us to less of the whole we can actually encompass.
Of what do we war and of what do we grow? A finite description can birth an infinite threatening vastness as a contemplated foe, (the little stone at the door is tip of a bolder ten thousand miles into the earth or the toe nail of a million ton golliath we do not wish to war with , or draw attention to or whom might be very kindly and benevolent. We put challange to the mind, industry for the scholar, scientist,engineer, our own selves?..in the hands of the banker and soldier..?? The word infinity might as well be of infinite length of infinite letters, so that its' meaning not be ambiguous when we set out to war.....
MANKIND IS AT WAR WITH THE INFINITE. A circle can continue around for ever and be six feet across, cast no fear and have no other name or description.
I intuitively then reduce the first fornification to be a birth of names from names, of a mindless intuitive searching and a stumbling conception. Explosions of raw sentiment, a landing and discovery made accidentally off mark,- A contained,and timely parceled release of instantly triggered hostility, repulsion and contemptious familiarity, grown over eons to attachment, affection, and extracted gratification... An addiction and death wish, searching, wall building, lumber stockpiling(lumbering stockpile of weapons),(home tossing contest) a search for our births, -the initial trauma, -it's fears, produce, imposed troubles,- to find the delivering cataclism, reduce it to its' proper place and mind space...all the features of the ripples in the creek might be laid out very scientifically , but in the shadows of their existence is only the causation-the disturbance that caused them-is always a name and not a number of anything that can be put to scientific law, is exactly resistant to mathematical formulae and birthed over the stream of time all the movements and motions of the world.

'"they didnt even know what a kiss was...but now its' here to stay...."
My first physics instructor would have written the kiss in to the birth of life as an absolute prerequisite for its' current existence.... but it is nothing and no more or different from any birth of anykind, of the forward march of time. The vastness described by this concept can be frightening, but all it can do is cause fear itself(which seems to make our minds start ticking to contemplate self defeating projects), and (fear) as purported throughout history to be mankinds only enemy, I think be an exact moral, lesson/guide, and needs elevation to the status of proverb in its' proper
context.

...they collided coming round the bend, divided and started kissing
they cautiously looked around the bend
started kissing and divided
they got a telescope and started laughing
they started waring
with weapons that seek collide and multiply
[universal key words...self, room ,seek , collide, multiply
pathological state-weapons, war]
(war-a home tossing contest(arent both our homes and war weaspons of and the same(seeking colliding and multiplying),a shortcut to energy exhaustion,failed birth conservation and problem solving))

Do not engage a fool unless you be like him
Do not engage a fool unless he knows himself



My universe, My tree
I simmered it stewed it and readied it Cooked it fine
and now I need tell a wavering tail
Of a bear a tree and me
And a moonlite night I know
An apple
a seed
Hanging, hanging, high
One million miles across
an' atop
an'a fortnight's day
an one halfs' length
walking wise
.."TIME" itself
had fell to earth

An' Time itself 'ad breathed
an earthened daze
and a
Night and days'
"REFLECTION"

An' 'ad come engulfed
and eaten by a
bear at
mirth
An' 'ad come excreted
as an unseen
an' a unsung song
of a composed compost
of 'a natures unsung music
of
a 'Four by Six billion years of a singing its' song
an'
...then a'dug a four by six squarely rounded hole... a'hide
An' a' lay untouched

New born
and reborn
Again each day
Each day
a'dreaming
awakening
a'sleeping
An' a'rebirthing
each day
an a' renewed charge
an' a' laugh
of the bear, ass, hole and
'is Holy self-reflection

As
'a any looking mirror
Do of any Ass
Milking cow
Man
Beast
A'resting or asleep or in mirth.

Or
as do any new born set learn it's new
reflection

IT 'AD LAUGHED AT ITSELF



Marvin Eli Kirsh