Tabula Rasa
Tabula rasa (Latin: scraped tablet or clean slate) refers to the epistemological thesis that individual human beings are born with no innate or built-in mental content, in a word, "blank", and that their entire resource of knowledge is built up gradually from their experiences and sensory perceptions of the outside world
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Estragon (aphoristic for once): We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
what should now be said
to the young man grown old
what charmed wind
struck and calendered his days
and left his songs unsung
whilst the slow scolding etch of time
utters its sole remark
into the vibrant air
Estragon to Vladimir: I've found a grass path I'll follow to its end
what torn loss
squirming with intellect and wonder
was ushered to the door
and left standing there;
how unrolls now the pinch of pain
left there by its charges
what hurt thing
now arches its back lazily
builds a fire de facto over the head
and asks: why is it?
Vladimir to Estragon: I've found all manner of speaking no cope for words
whose yearning was it
that held its breath easily
which lie
spread amongst all the old lies
left its mark of grief
coloured clouds of despair
and launched the breach
of air
Vladimir to no one in particular: I've found what fullness of self was left hiding there...
what trial is still held between clenched teeth
and chasms of silence
what cavernous vent
tears again this way
where sour history gives foaming rent
all beliefs contain some form of lie
hidden deep beneath their meaning
Estragon: I've found it's not enough to be worldly in affairs....
there wandering child goes I
little and innocent face washed clean
I was held mortal brief by hollow stem
and quite simply, plumply
lowered gently into the ground