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Ourselves, We Do Not Owe
Like a prophesy recursive, the present condition will frame future chance
with a dependence most sensitive upon the initial, same, unknowns
So my projected, misinterpreted, sometime wrong exquisite dance
may be damning me as surely as if I was Dylan's Mr. Jones --
--- at least he knew. Or didn't. The heart confident & loyal
may all too human be, perverse, perfection find in such;
but: he damns himself who thinks it curst, yet watches water boil --
for watching changes nothing --- if, in fact, you watch.
"...Fate show thy force
Ourselves we do not owe
What is decreed will be
& be this so..."
William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night, or, What You Will
Original subtitle, now academic:
On The Prospect Of Making The Virtual Real,
or, A Formal Informal Pre-Introduction,
In Which, Significance May Be Found
Of That Subtext, Indeed, To Which Contexts Refer
