Life should not mean but be

This entry's title is an allusion to the last line of Archibald McLeish's 'Ars Poetica' that states, 'A poem should not mean but be.' This pseudoanonymity in the blogging world allows for the poetry of life to be. My intention may both include for life to mean and be. Strictly speaking, my blog entries are at least 90% based on deep-seated, cerebral cortex plus limbic system and hypothalamus ideas rather than tangible reality. That is the sadness and beauty of it all. To be able to wring every drop of my conscious and whatever part of my subconscious that has escaped and put these conceptual creations into the English language is the self-fulfilling goal. Of course, my quixotic style is open to all sorts of interpretation but among all those possible strings of meaning, only one is the best-fitting model that only me or an alter-ego or that one half of my being will understand.