Granted, on initial inspection a tangerine appears
to possess many of the qualities of nothingness--
certainly enough to fool the lay person. Following a
more delicate inspection, however, the careful observer
will discover that the tangerine, in fact, is. It is a
"physical object", to coin a phrase. The traits of the
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tangerine, which our observer experienced as being
essentially nothing, are now seen to flow, paradoxically,
from its very "presence". Some readers may be
incredulous at first, shocked at the use of such words by
a man of my stature and scruples. I can only reply by
asking, how many of you have actually experienced a
tangerine? Before you take issue with my admittedly
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controversial statement, you must cast out the years of
ephemerality and intravenous midnights under which you
have labored; you must question the old party line, the
gelatinous dogma of yesteryear. History is a conspiracy
fomented by alchemists and archbishops. Find yourself a
tangerine, "see" it, "touch" it, "smell" it, then tell me
how your lofty nonexistence deals with such visicitudes.
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Nothingness, I say, exists solely in the mind of the
beholder. Our psyche labor under the illusion of
nothingness to protect us from the cruel fact that the
universe is composed almost entirely of substance! The
great grey silence of the vacuum conceals a foaming sea
of mass. Only with a great deal of effort and, above
all, clear minds can we hope to tear through this veil,
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say goodbye to the diaspora within us, and drink deep the
rocks below our feet. The shock of the familiar as seen
from behind is the greatest shock of all. I do not ask
that you unclasp all vagaries at once; for now the
preliminary experiment is presented to you--sink smoothly
into the golden citric flesh and breathe in the heady
vapors of being.
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