does true inquiry actually exist?
if I seem to start with a question
aren’t there a deep pocket of assumptions
already in the pre-works?
whatever the question,
there are unspoken suppositions already at play.
Am I as far removed from the essence of anything
as naming, the it of itself, can get me?
it seems, all of language is only a timeslot
in the grandeur scheme of things,
a pebble tossed in a quantum pool,
without weight for sinking or pronounced displacement
and only a ripple affect to show for effort spent.
maybe ‘we think’ ripples and fear drowning
and speech is panic and chatter is the chorus.
I don’t get that true inquiry has receivership.
the leap has no past in residence observing.
consciousness is, without the escort of questioning.
does transcendedness answer the questions
imposed by the past of limitations?
does evolution live by the truths from its lesser state?
is time the grandfather of all lies as hearsay honored?
so when was inquiry invented?
what state of being has no memory or no need
and exists without the method of inquiry?
so if I had no questions,
how would existential be self conscious?
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