The Send Off.

Sexson assigned me the research topic of explaining the importance of Prospero's Epilogue to The Tempest, the importance of this class, as well as the relation to all of the themes.

I am happy to say that I understand the importance of all of these. And I assign myself to failure in the fact that I cannot bring it across to you, though I've tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, and tried.

It is a place only you can go, and I can only guide you with steps. But what are the right steps? surely they are not my own steps? Our steps are all the same in this discovery...yet my words will only bring about distraction, and i fear that you will not become distracted from the distraction by the distraction. And if you see what I mean then you know already.

A man apart is how I feel.
Mark me Twained between the Ascension
felt at each moment,
and the dissension
Driven into at each attempt,
Each Analytic argued down to its depths.


I merely wish to please,
To parse what I project,
To give my wind to you.

My Ariel,
My Little Gidding,
The Laurel Bow,
The Wind,
The Spirit My Art Effects.

Now I know the Toilests efforts
When I came this way,

and

"IF you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion.

(for we all know,
now,
that to gain any sense,
first is to have nonsense.)

You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel
Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more
Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying.

And All I know now
Is that you must have died once.
That memory must regain its death,
that innocence that so strongly fleets
into the past.

And this is when you will know,
When your innocence death burns
with every blister in the now.

When every burn blisters into
transparency,
when every object is another
object,
and every word is another
story about another word.

When upon Ascension,
You realize that the Aleph

sits upon the step
you did not know
whether
to count,

This is when the Rosebush and The Yew Tree are one.