BREAKING THE SYMMETRY

listen
listen
listen
listen, it’s that voice
The voice of the sun. It
is singing for you
When you die, you can hear it. It
goes: “Inside, outside. Inside, outside. Inside, outside.” Oh! That
is a mysterious sun
An erotic sun. Love!

“Love is an electric ball” they say. Know thy heart!

. . .inside, my friend. You are dying. We put you on that cross, yes
With our strong arms, yes! We put you on that cross
We put you to death. It’s too late for anything, we
cannot change anything
It’s done
It’s done
It’s done
It’s easy now. It’s easy. It’s when
you are just about to die that you finaly understand just how easy it is
to let go

inside, outside. Inside, outside. Is the sun inside or outside?

. . .but see this piece of wood we nailed you to. Your weak
arms, we fixed them on that good piece of wood. . .
That horizontal bar
it means ZERO. Nothing. The Void. Non-
Being. Death
That horizontal bar it means your dead body when it is lying down

. . .see this other piece of wood. This longer piece of wood. That’s where your
legs come down. Your weak legs. Your poor feet. . .
That vertical bar
it means ONE. Something. Everything. The Absence of Nothing. Being
Your good body when it’s alive

. . .now ZERO and ONE together make a cross. You are on that cross, my friend
Neither alive nor dead: eternal (in a way)
A god, yes
Yours is the only place fit for a god, and that’s where nothing joins with
everything

inside. Outside. You are not inside. You are not outside. So where are you? You are on that cross, BREAKING THE
SYMMETRY. Goodbye! Goodbye! Hello! Hello!

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[Picture: Crown by reading_is_dangerous]