Preface to the novel: IMPOVERISHINGED-ING (the sunging of the preying mantis)

Preface 

         “the tiniest petal on the tiniest flower
is simultaneously as simple and as
complex as you are wishing it to be”

         —Words of My Father—

 

“Art is predicated on the belief that creation is ONE wherein all existential possibilities are intricately entangling.  Time, a concept by means of which we are perceiving ourselves to be exerting a significant modicum of control over the creation by means of our segregating conception, generally . . . inspite of the unanimous voices of science bellowing to the contrary.

Our timeless interacting (-ing-ed-ing) enables us to be clearly understanding why it is not necessary for each of us to directly and exactly experience each and every human  possibility in order to have an intricate realization of it; especially, when we conceive of creation as one “field” wherein all phenomena are constantly, endlessly, and instantaneously sharing their information (entangling).

Every event (or momenting) is an incessantly unfolding/enfolding recurring eventing infinitely entangling throughout creation. There are, however, always spontaneous eventings impacting at levels below all our most readily accessible thresholds of perception: Interacting moments wherein all of us are participating in the evolution of our behavioral patterns are always consciously and unconsciously nowing—since our African beginning and on and on throughout our most instructive migrations to the remainder of the earth. From whence . . . No! How, therefore, are our behavioral patterns always keeping going on and on    . . . why is pretending so innating-ning?

Socially and psychologically, we evolve by means of imitating one another. To varying degrees we normally continue doing this more and more on into a progressively lesser and lesser extent as our existential progressing is regressively diminishing. Why then, as we are constantly and persistently and, even, desperately propagating this behavior on and on and . . . are we always choosing as we’re always choosing?

the prey is always
preying too
swallowing one’s tail
is never through
and not the answer
for what to do

           “Everything is everything”: always drummming the rhythming of what everything else is drummming. By means of ourselves, we’re always revealing the human dynamics generating impoverishinged-ing; and the necessarily underscoring wombing out of which our civilizations maybe more propitiously reborn . . . and our personal salvatory propensities honed

Copyright (c) 2000 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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