How you came to be here I do not know.

I did not ask you to come.

What strange gift

do you have that makes your mind seek

to know mine?

Are you merely curious or do you wish to see

another way of knowing existence?

Do you have a refuge from the makers of lists?

"You do!"

Then come

walk with me through the rolling storms

coursing my private landscape

a landscape gray and black with boiling clouds

swept by winds of savage power

where sweet reason reigns with intense joy

in protected gardens only one accurate thought away

Gardens bathed in the light of knowing

logic flows free and sweet

giving flower to all manner of man things

and man thoughts

This is the first garden that I discovered

look around you at all the different ideas that are the same

each unique, each the same

each flowering in reason's light

each enjoying existence

sameness and equality once discovered give strength

for passage to another garden

Yet the storms must be endured

storms of dark thought dredged from the midst of time

difference equals inequality

difference demands superiority

difference requires supression

driven by the insecurity of the makers of lists

the compilers

the tabulators

the pigeonholers

the high priests of knowledge

whose subalterns

the thoughtless thinkers

and other experts

punch small round neat holes in pieces of paper

and

declare themselves wise

The rest and repose is joyous but not fulfilling

Let us walk from garden to garden

and

as we walk

tell me about your first garden.