The Himherit Is Isn’t

Serious Hypocrisy



All right, what I have here, is not anything particular, you call it by any name you want, it may even be myself.

I am not sure about it anyway, what is mine is abstract; you need to dig and come up with yourself, needless to say, that could also be myself . Yet even then you are unsure of what you have produced. There are subtle encroachments, unseen interferences, vague mix-ups, you can’t insure this thing. You can’t insure a phantom, body maybe, eyes maybe, try hard and arse may be.

But not yourself, getting my point I hope?

Quit the sneer, pretend not, come up with something to solve the riddle.

All I am aware of is this thing, it has to be a thing if it is nothing, it is touchy even, it’s elusive and plays hard to get. It has tentacles and sort of grows and dims. Or is it fed intra venous? What is feeding it or what is it feeding on?

It kind of metamorphoses, it mimics and swipe colors, as I say ‘hi there’ it disappears and something is there in its stead.

It’s not a constant. I have been watching it, searching it and feeling it out, it doesn’t feel firm, it spreads and crumbles, puffs up and fades.

There are contraindications

I hear some say:

It’s him, and I am perturbed, how can they be sure, what are they pointing at? Is there something definite lying in that direction? I can’t find any, then don’t I do the same? Don’t I name them?

See, I point to a mass and label it tentatively, I feel I am on slope slippery, I am not assured, not certain, I mumble him, her, it.

But I am not convinced, there is nothing definitive out there, I am nudging the uncertain into shape, I know it, I feel it in my bones, but is the himherit convinced, does it take what I call it as itself?

Surprisingly it sometimes exhibits belief-certain and I am flummoxed.

What does it know about itself? I can even argue its case, it perceives itself as is. It relies on this isness. It doesn’t view this as primary; it mistakes its variegating attributes as its native habit.

Its natural, can’t deny that, this whole goes definitely nature. Outsides, in the particular lies the uncertain, in the defragmenting, in the coalescing, that’s where the trouble lies.

Is is not trouble, isn’ts are the trouble.