"I grant you ample leave <br />To use the hoary formula 'I am' <br />Naming the emptiness where thought is not; <br />But fill the void with definition, 'I' <br />Will be no more a datum than the words <br />You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so' <br />That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl. <br />Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web <br />With vibrant ether clotted into worlds: <br />Your subject, self, or self-assertive 'I' <br />Turns nought but object, melts to molecules, <br />Is stripped from naked Being with the rest <br />Of those rag-garments named the Universe. <br />Or if, in strife to keep your 'Ego' strong <br />You make it weaver of the etherial light, <br />Space, motion, solids & the dream of Time -- <br />Why, still 'tis Being looking from the dark, <br />The core, the centre of your consciousness, <br />That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain, <br />What are they but a shifting otherness, <br />Phantasmal flux of moments? --"<br /><br />Mary Anne Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-grant-you-ample-leave-2/
