ALL ELSE IS BONDAGE : V

Gone With My Head

My head is the centre of the universe.
Everything I see, sense, know is centred in my head (and in yours, and in the beetle's).
All are objects in which my head is subject (mediate Subject as a head, ultimate subject as 'I').

But I cannot see, sense, or know my head, and the inference of its existence is inadmissible, sensorially unjustifiable. I perceive no such object, all other objects but not that. My head alone is not my object.

Of course not: it is subject, and an eye cannot see itself, I cannot sensorially perceive myself, subject cannot know itself - for that which is known is thereby an object. Subject cannot subsist as its own object.

So, all that is object appears to exist;
Subject alone does not appear to exist.

But object cannot exist apart from subject, whose manifest aspect it is.
Therefore it is apparently inexistent subject that IS, and apparently existent object that IS not.

Yet, since object is subject, and subject is object, intemporally that which they are, all that they can be, and all that IS, is the absence of my head (and of yours, and of the beetle's), which is also the presence of everything.

Where, then, am I? Where, then, are you, and the beetle?
We are our absence.

With apologies to Mr Douglas Harding, whose 'On Having No Head' should not be held responsible, and which says so much more so much better.

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