2021/9/28 #poetry Have I found my way out of delusion? I recently stated in writing that I had. The prompt inquired: What’s something you’re really proud to have done? I demurred: I think pride is an ego distortion but I'm very grateful to have found my way out of delusion. Apparently I think I'm quite clever; but am I clever enough to see through false concepts? Do I have an edge that differentiates my existence? Hard won or otherwise? Perhaps I'm just clever enough to trick myself. Perhaps starting two sentences in a row with that word flows off the tongue nicely and gives an impression of depth and thoughtfulness. Perhaps spotting patterns in language is just a gimmick because perhaps true understanding of the world is irrespective of language and logic. Perhaps those tools are simply and utterly meaningless when all differentiation and separation are stripped away. So no, nothing differentiates my existence and I have no edges whatsoever. I don't know if that also means I'm not clever. Perhaps.