I See a Red Rose “I see a red rose” shows us three things – “I” – a simple fact of consciousness Or awareness; “See” – shows the sense Of our action. And, within that act Of seeing, we have The concurrence of perceptions (Color, shape, quantity, etc.) Considered as a single thing – “A Red Rose”. “I see a red rose” – You see, There’s nothing romantic about it.

Surfaces, Simulacra and Sight Simulacra peel Continually from the body’s Surface, each image Bearing the appearance of the Part it belongs to. A purposeful doubling, perhaps, but Afloat they hang Suspended as if unsure of Existence. Only for a Moment because then rapid they Migrate like birds frightened into flight. If no resistance is met, they enter the Stroma to strike the retina, Stirring sight. From there they Impact the mind, invoking inspiration. Not an engineer’s trav

Made of Light Everything is made of light. Everything is light, of differing gradations and qualities, from the big bang to the atom. Earth and sky are the light of God, and the spirit in man is a self-shining light. The light of lights is the true substance, and that substance is God. Art is the light of the imagination projected outward. Bodies are dark light, lacking luminosity, where “darkness is simply an expression for the lack of light.”

What fact makes a principle true? Quid Facti. That is the question.

Thinking Therefore I Am Seeing this house, that tree, the sky – my experience is already in accord with certain classes of thought*. World anterior to thought occluded, excluded. Vision unfree, bound by laws and logic, and I am unfree with it. So where is freedom? Nowhere, for to point to it in terms of there is to think of space. And to think of it in terms of when is to think of time. And so? The solution? Drop the agenda! The self that asks these questions is the self t