Imminence

We live in this limited world,

where we can only march one way,

where each day that passes is lost.

And we can only progress at it's cost.

 

This is a world of bricks and stones,

Wood and rot,

Where every step forward is bought

with pain and loss.

 

But imminent in this world is a kind of transcendence:

a chance to participate in creation.

A choice between irrationality and reason;

Between tearing down and destruction or creating joy;

 

Those bricks and stones can build a prison,

Or raise a palace of the imagination.

In honor of Spinoza, Christopher H. Holte