Pseudo–Steiner

Pseudo–Steiner to the Hudsonites, on Time and Eternity

I have been greatly disturbed by what the moment says, when one’s not in it anymore, and what felt as if it were yet another instance of saying the same thing I’m always saying reveals itself actually unique. Unique like Christ. Which is ponderous indeed and I can only conclude that the mystery of the Eucharist is equivalent to that slight change which removes us from Samsara, from the cycle of rebirths, that replaces the surface with depth, that changes everything without moving anything as it is engaged and disengaged by one’s continual commitment and fleshing of the fact.

Christ is fully christ only when he’s not christ anymore. So he teaches for a while after his death the greatest mysteries to his apostles. Christ is literally the beginning of time, or rather, the incursion of it, and is what certain mystics call an “emphasized character.” How to puzzle this stuff out… me, her, somewhere, and it’s all already past solving, already past, as I’m listening to Bach now, watching these events go by in that mystery that is music: taking me with it and being gone; being flesh and teaching then in death. God it terrifies me, as it goes, what the hell is it. Everything? That we don’t repeat ourselves but find it saying everywhere differently.

Deferentially, I should have said: incommensurate but always in flesh, touch. Different beasts with the same feet. 

If it doesn’t cohere let it stand.

Let us actively re-found our city on time and eternity both.

Let us pour the foundering iron of this humble meditation on the heart-roots of our comfortable shops and galleries.

Let us do it often, and wearing no shoes.

8/1/15