The Soul Would Have No Rainbow Had The Eyes No Tears

A preview of my forthcoming book Warning: Contents May Be Inexplicable

There is plenty reason to feel resentment in - and for - life. Likewise there is also many good opportunities to be found in being evil, taking shortcuts. Thirdwise there is obviously far more to be said and understood on this matter than just those two simple statements. But I want to avoid too much specificity in favour of remaining universal.

It is also easy to view those who quote or refer to principles and values as practicing vain superiority. And it is also such that it is hard for those people to not actually become said creatures of self-caricature by fact that they only take half measures, living more by words than actions.

But again, the notions that I am trying to stir up are not of any ethical, definitive, or metaphysical kind, but rather something more of the trancedent variety; poetic.

That the soul would have no rainbow if the tears had no eyes is both literal qualification and figurative image. This is what poetry, at its best, truly is. Something clear enough that it peirces further than just skin deep, but mythic enough that it embodies the true complex, shuttered nature of reality; the total some of which hovers between the dense clouds of confusion ( a vital aspect of understanding, actually), interpretration and trancendence(something higher than just rational grasping or emotional pulling, and, something higher than both combined).

Anyways that’s my existential two cents for today.