cease / cessation

And it does not follow that in this state the simple substance is without any perception. That indeed cannot be . . . for it cannot perish, and it cannot continue to exist without being affected in some way, and this affection is nothing but its perception. But when there is a great multitude of little perceptions, in which there is nothing disinct, one is stunned . . . whence comes a giddiness which may make us swoon, and which keeps us from distinguishing everything. Death can for a time put animals into this condition

Monadology, 21, Liebniz

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Words weigh no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping. Drain. Sdops

Finnegans Wake, p74


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. . . there is nothing here but an intense,
interior monologue with moments of colour, forms
flowing towards beloved plants _the cost has
been high__ when all the world is loved by the
daimon of mediocrity,__ you, unpriestly, among
hierarchs on fire______burned mouth

must know why you strike

from the Moth Poem - Robin Blaser

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