Acknowledgements

Acknowledgements

This paper is dedicated is to those who love, nurture, maintain, and serve wisdom. To all living instructors we owe a humble thanks. From all the deceased great philosophers, may we learn from the examples they have given us. If the author has learned anything, it has not been by sitting on the shoulders of giants, but by following their tracks to the purest of springs: wisdom. Of the various means to the end of virtue and understanding, life can be the best vehicle towards these goals. If we acknowledge and honor the persons and causes that guide, show, and empower us towards our noble goals, a small element of the endless or eternal lives on through us. While it is not that recognition that apotheosizes the psyche, but the efficacy of virtue living through the psyche that does, we still witness an ineffable quality that is within ourselves, looking out. It is life and the reality in which it lives that supplies the meaning that is understood and cherished. Often the harried pace of life lets us forget, leaving us with scanty insights. Thus we can remain, lacking the final and most sublime insights unless we bring to the present moment an appreciation that transcends it.

Borges or I

Borges and I couldn't have made a better
paradox
One in which a thesis is written, in which
his artful illusion of infinity
is added.
The thesis expounds the principle of the universal
and its usage.

Borges wrote once a New Refutation Of Time
and of the four types of illusions.
The double has caught me - or the illusion has:
At one moment I am the writer
exclaiming, "There. That's the truth."
another moment reading the thesis
saying "That tricky bastard! I can see
what he's doing! Who does he think he's
trying to dupe?!"

I quoted the "Garden of Forking Paths"
in the thesis and I have not yet learned if I am two
different people who have a thesis in common,
Or I am the joiner of those two or if only one
man separated infinitely over an infinite amount
of time.
Or if I have found freedom within the Garden
or if I am a dreamer inside a dream.
Smirking, I leave this poem seemingly obscure...

- this was written upon reflection of the stories/essays:
New Refutation of Time, Garden of Forking Paths, and Borges and I.