from "Descartes And The Splendor Of"
    DESCARTES AND THE SPLENDOR OF

    A Real Drama of Everyday Life.

    In Six Parts.

    . . .

    PART IV

    I reject as absolutely false all opinion in which I have the least doubt.
    As our senses often deceive us I assume they show us illusion, and must
    reject them. As reason is subject to error, and who can offer more living
    proof of that than I, I must reject the faculty or reason.
    Finally I am aware that I am only completely and confindently aware of
    all this rejection and doubt. This is all I can be sure of, this spinning out
    of my head. HENCE I arrive at my First Fundamental Truth. I THINK
    hence I AM. OR I Doubt hence I Am; or I Reject hence I am. You get
    the picture.
    However this I is of the Mind, and wholly distinct from the Body. But
    then further clear reasoning brings me to this: IN ORDER TO THINK,
    IT IS NECESSARY TO EXIST. I never saw a dead man think, I never
    hope to see one, but I can tell you any how, I'd rather see than Be one.
    Dead men don't htink. An therefore, everything we exactly and truly
    know, like THE REASONING ABOVE is because it is CLEAR AND
    DISTINCT.

    I realize that to doubt is a drag, and a PerFECT BEING would accept
    everything. But from WHENCE DID I GET MY IDEA OF
    PERFECTION!!!!! PLACED IN ME BY A NATURE, BY A NATURE
    IN REALITY MORE PERFECT THAN MIND and WHICH EVEN
    POSSESSES WITHIN ITSELF ALL THE PERFECTION OF WHICH
    I COULD FORM ANY IDEA, that is to say, IN A SINGLE WORD,
    MOTHER GOD.
    Without this idea of the perfection of MOTHER GOD we should not exist.

    Imagination is a mode of thinkin lomited to material objects. AND THE
    STUFFY MIND ASSUMES IF YOU CANNOT IMAGINE, something,
    IT DOES NOT EXIST. WHICH IS beside the point and off the argument
    if not completely irrelevant to this text by which I am following myself
    in glory and splendor. AM I A BUTTERFLY DREAMING I AM ME
    or ME DREAMING I AM A BUTTERFLY or am I MOTHER GOD
    in Glory and Splendor? Our ideas become confused because we are not
    WHOLLY PERFECT and our razor sharp reason must be wielded at all
    times to guard against ERROR, error of IMAGINATION and error of
    the SENSES.





    reprinted from Places To Go, Black Sparrow Press, 1970