What is the Point of Perception my dear Child?
From which we measure that Line so fine,
Upon a Plane we found beneath our feet,
Between Purpose and Power we all call Mine?
Where is this Point of Perception dear Friend?
A turbulence of sense covers an order so complete,
Infinite unknowing gives us Nothing to know,
Man beside his Measure, where will they meet?
Why exist upon this Field of forever Feeling?
Borne by Life’s vectors, born by Death’s seed,
Pointlessly linking together tomorrow and today,
To find patterns past through rhythms we breathe?
Who are we to seek the very Point of Perception?
When we are bound to that thing we try to define?
How can one answer but through a play of words;
The Point of Perception is to become that Line.