But primordial life, wild life striving to erupt into the open – that is lacking.
The world is everything that is the case.
So garden shears will comprehend the axe.
I bend at first, then kneel to ask this rose
What case exists as mere atomic facts.
I feel the soil. The sun is kind to beat
Upon my backside – meaning what it meant:
The logical picture of facts is thought,
And thought’s proposition, significant.
Do roots thus know the bloom? Does eye thus see
Itself? Does work thus play like rose with worm ?
All basic functions of veracity
Can pattern truth to serve the general form:
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must
Be silent: worm to rose and light from dust.
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