In the beginning—
even
the word
that first
spoke itself—
must have been
deaf. Even
that face—moving out
across the surface
of the waters
in all directions—was blind
and felt
no motion.
Being
pure light—
it could never
itself—be lit;
nor warmed,
nor wet,
nor caught,
much less—thought about.
In fact—it is that,
only that,
and
exactly that—the certainty
upon which
all
I've said
since then
is founded;
the idea
that a thought—
even
this thought—
even
the first
and most
perfect pure
thought
in the universe—basically
has literally—
no idea!
what it was thinking.