The edge of knowing

Dear Hadrian,

Yves Klein “Leap into the void”

You iron the edge of knowing with y.

Through a powerful presence of spirit, you flatten meaning to its bare bone to reveal the paradoxes of existence in all their reality and contradiction.

The y takes on the shape of a wishbone, but you are no fool — you do not dare to break it. You know that ultimately, one side will prevail over the other.

With stoic resignation, you allow the Sisyphean boulder to roll down the hill once again and give the wheel of fortune another spin while knowing each iteration is an attempt to prove its own proof.

Dear Hadrian, why aren’t we fools and leaping off the edge of knowing?

This letter was downloaded in a dream a few weeks after my encounter with Marguerite Yourcenar in a pink suit.

My encounter with Marguerite Yourcenar in a pink suit