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They say that looks can be deceiving.
[1]
More and more, I find myself believing that,
As I’m torn between the facts my eyes deliver and the translation my brain extracts.
[2]
If what I see is what I get, that’s all I have and nothing more.
Still, my mind loves to conjure –
illusory perceptions, cunningly woven fabrications of its invention
So with every look I give I find I live in tension
between what I know and what truly is
[3]
They say the eyes are windows to the soul
But less and less I feel it stressed to look in two big black holes
Mere physical features of social creatures, there’s nothing more there to behold
Or so I’m told
[4]
But what then of beauty?
Where then does it lie,
if not in the eyes of an immortal
Past those black, those glassy portals
unto perspicuity
into the essence of a being
[5]
They say that death remedies all ills
It cures all that it kills ending pain and ending want
Ending rule of lands by tyrant gods who have all power that they flaunt
[6]
But this death will also daunt the meek and lowly of the earth
Alongside the evil sycophant who disgraces his own birth
[7]
While death may cure the ills that time will build within a fallen creature
Who will cure us of this feature
Which [also] haunts and destroys all mirth
[8]
As now I look into the face of death I see it has no eyes
[9]
Indiscriminate destroyer, harbinger of all’s demise
Just a windowless employer of a broken space and time
Soulless creature with no beauty
Pure darkness, devoid of life
When I look, I don’t see deceit
Just pure and simple explanation
Evil’s embodiment replete
For once in my life I don’t feel a shred of tension
There’s not an ounce of beauty here to see
No panacea to remedy
I see no illusion
No soul
Nothing to make one whole
[10]
All I see, all there is
All there ever was, will be
is a dark and damning, overbearing, torturous lucidity
[11]
[1] I do a play on three different phrases. 1) they say looks can be deceiving, but our eyes only deliver information. That is not deceiving. What is deceiving is our interpretation based on assumptions, limited information, etc. So what I “know” isn’t what always truly is. 2) Eyes being the windows to the soul is meant to say that we can read emotions and intentions in others eyes, regardless of what they say. However, I take this phrase literally. If I look into another’s eyes and don’t see or believe in a soul behind them, I just view them as another pile of matter. And while beauty being in the eyes of the beholder is meant to give the beholder the power of importing meaning and value, here I flip it to mean not that the power to import beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but beauty actually lies behind the one beholding (or using their eyes to see). 3) The saying is really that “time remedies all ills.” However, the accrual of enough time is simply synonymous with death and destruction, as that is what eventually happens, and what is meant in the saying. In this section I flip the intended phrase by saying that death will cure the ills time will build, which opposes the common saying.
[2] It’s not really the looks of things that are deceiving. Everything that enters our eyes and senses is true. It’s when it gets to our brain and our thoughts that things get twisted. If my mind is so good at twisting reality, even as the facts are right in front of me, how can I trust any assessment I make of “facts?”
[3] So often the things I have “known” to be true ended up not being true. There’s a tension between what I feel I know, and the knowledge that what I’ve “known” in the past has frequently been overturned because of my twisting of reality.
[4] Physicalism has many moving away from notions of the soul, and other such spiritual concepts. When I look into another’s eyes I’m just looking at a conglomeration of carbon and other elements. What my brain extracts and takes as knowledge is largely a social construct.
[5] But if the eyes I look into are windowless, what of my eyes? If there’s no beauty in the eyes of those I behold due to there being no soul, then I’m not really a beholder myself, as I have no soul. What then of beauty? And what then of the value of others, and of my own value? What then of essence? Do I become a machine moving along purely by the laws of physics? If eyes aren’t windows to souls, there is no beauty because there’s nobody who can discern it. It’s a chemical construct.
[6] Death is the great equalizer. For those who are suffering, death is a sweet respite from pain. For those who are evil and seemingly invincible, death will bring them low and overthrow them. It eventually cures all from pain and ends the rule of the wicked.
[7] But this rain, this reign of death falls on both the just and the unjust.
[8] Death may be the great equalizer, but it is also the cause for joy’s cessation. It is not a respecter of persons. So it may cure some ills temporarily, or in the long run, but it is a great cause of many ills. Since we are all fallen creatures, it will never cure the world of ills for good, it simply affects all eventually. But as long as the world moves on, evil and suffering will abound. Death will never cure anything. It simply puts a time limit on it – both evil and suffering, as well as joy.
[9] Death has no eyes. Since eyes are the window to the soul as stated before, it’s made clear that death has no soul. There is no beauty there to behold. It is not a cure all or a quick fix.
[10] When looking at death, it’s the one moment I feel as though there’s no discrepancy between what my eyes see and what truly is. Death is truth and reality. It’s pure evil, lacking a soul, lacking goodness at all. It’s the only thing I know that is real.
[11] The particularly horrid aspect of death is that it is hauntingly clear. It approaches me every day, and waits at my doorstep and at the doorstep of those I love. It is so clearly evident. The one thing that is the embodiment of evil is the one thing I know with certainty and see with clarity. That will torture me until the day death cures me of my fear of it.
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