Love as the basis and order as a principle; progress as the goal.

notes: The world is not an illusion, the word is an illusion (all that fuss over an L). Know your unwritten rights. Usually it’s the philosophical rather than poetic intellect that’s thrown into an existential panic by the limited infinity of language, probably because it was the philosophical intellect that invented the word ‘existential’. Although to be fair the philosophical intellect also posited the proposition – art imitates life. Words imitate life. Art imitates life. Therefore words are art and we’re all artists engaged in the arts of reflection, expression and conversation. Loving wisdom and loving love both not either or neither. HAMLET Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. Free the prisoners.