What you can call and think must Being be For Being can, and nothing cannot, be. Never shall this prevail, that Unbeing is; Rein in your mind from any thought like this. Unbeing you won’t grasp – it can’t be done – Nor utter; being thought and being are one. One road there is, signposted in this wise: Being was never born and never dies; Foursquare, unmoved, no end it will allow It never was, nor will be; all is now, One and continuous. How could it be born Or whence could it be grown? Unbeing? No – That mayn’t be said or thought; we cannot go So far ev’n to deny it is. What need, Early or late, could Being from Unbeing seed? Thus it must altogether be or not. Nor to Unbeing will belief allot An offspring other than itself . . . To think a thing’s to think it is, no less. Apart from Being, whate’er we may express, Thought does not reach. Naught is or will be Beyond Being’s bounds, since Destiny’s decree Fetters it whole and still. All things are names Which the credulity of mortals frames Birth and destruction, being all or none, Changes of place, and colours come and gone. (A poem of Perminides)
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 14:18:46 +0000
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