The End Of Becoming

“Change is constant”, she said. She paused for a second and then added: “Nothing really stops, or stands still, nothing comes to an end. There is only becoming.” “But things do stop. Things do come to an end”, he objected. She gave him a smile. “Oh, you have to prove that.” “Well, just take a look at this verse”, he said. “ All right”, she said, “on occasion, it might look that the opposite of a great truth is also true; but this in itself also could turn out as just another illusion.” “Would you care being more specific about this alleged illusion? “The illusion here stems from the fallacy of Aristotelian logic, that if something is right it cannot be wrong, and vice versa. However, we have to transcend the logic of black and white”. “I am still waiting for your point”, he said. “Well, in one way or another, this poem challenges its own postures. Yet the contradiction in it is just an illusion, because the opposite views in the verse lead us to a dialectical tension, intrinsic to the fault line of discontinuity, fracturing the crust of logic.” “I am still waiting for your point”, he snapped out. “All right”, she said. “Now look! A verse needs an audience. It needs readers. And, mind you, readers will experience, interpret and interact with a poem in different ways. Furthermore, the medium is the message. The poem can change its typography, its format. A poem also might be edited, and revised. Besides, it can be in handwriting, or published digitally online and in print. So, a verse is a dynamically evolving thing, which is in a permanent process. of becoming.”