Exist

To exist is not always a sure thing. Perhaps that’s why we have covered it in the beauty sleep security blanket of language. A quilt made from the grammar of laughter, syllables of solitudes, rules for exceptions, ordering through punctuation. It is fastened tense to our past futures ever present, while we dream-juggle synonyms and antonyms, waking up to conjugate sometimes seemingly senseless action into a narrative of hope, giving meaning to our behavior through the causality of adverb adorned verbs. First and foremost allowing still the debased metaphysical to remain, even as debatable falsehood, within the rising empire of the empirical, for we still hold with speaking tongues our native abstract, and less or more as ever shooting for the breeze of empty signifiers.

To exist is not always a beautiful thing. Yet at times, perchance by the mazing grace of gab, you find loveliness in something which has long become rote, tic talk knocking on inner ears bones for so long, until sudden in the light of an iPhone’s Google doc you see how exist is not merely a notion or word, but a mathematical expression, even a short all-encompassing one string story.

It begins of course with E, energy, that which moves all to come next. X is I’s entwined, entangled quantum particle, particular location or motion as well as constant variable, hinting at the coming road to revelations our original infusion of energy will take us. After X comes the singular I, of the sight of the storm, but lowercase, asking to humble oneself as part in a larger context of exist process. Next is S, the secret ingredient, giving as integral a context to that location X, showing subjects they can vary into pluralities without recourse to any other of an object. This correlates to subtexts of S, as a measure of entropy, the measure of dispersal and disorder in the systemword, possibly necessary to make possible our variance. Lastly our psychomathic world-word ends with T, that tree-like character alternating between good time and evil temper, always the ever evolving time which bends our microways of being and their language.

In the EXiST=? equation questioning how must I exist, lies the answer. Always start with a beginner’s amount of E energy, situated comforting in awareness of X location as locus of control, wherein I is humbled of ego as subject to the existential laws of psychodynamic motion, its motioning maintained only in the context of systemic disorder an I must carry on with within, lead to a final decision on how to spend the time I has left until universal heat death. Be it in playing or paying pains, exploring or deploring impermenance. More than anything else, the breaking of this word into participant principles makes clear one is never truly alone. I=i is always the little center of a larger system, his measure of self-determining concomitant with primal energy, further determined viz a viz its location, always as a variability, disordered through time.

By Omer Wissman

From: Israel