The Gate of Artemis


The seed is the tree and yet the seed is not the tree
Man is the Spirit and yet man is not the Spirit,
Or else he would know…
The clay is the pot and yet the clay is not the pot
Ask the potter.

Choice and surrender, try again. The tree is not the seed. The Spirit is not man. The pot is not the clay. The pot is clay with a design, man is existence with a purpose. I am to become what I already am. But am not. That is the question, dear Shakespeare. We are something fluid. Some becoming. Some potentiality. It is better than being stuck. But not as good as Being.