Roses may not grasp parole but the langue they speak is still sweet

If Roses did not have this particular type of Langue we would not have correspondance with Nature. They may not have a consciousness that we can understand and they do not question why for they are purely Being. It is in our blessed imagi-nation that they speak to us. But are not these dreams as real as if Nature does speak? Is this our own reflecting forwords? Is this our own reflecting back?

Is the anthos (flowering tree) of ontos (truth) the nature of language / philosophy?
Is the flowering tree (anthos) of (truth) ontos the language of poetry
because even as it questions Why it extends it's touch to eternity ...
eternally becoming the heart of articulation, the art of articulation, the heart of art, the art of hearts?
Is the anthos (best) of opthos (vision) Nature's Rose? The Rose extends itself and enters our core.

And the CPR phone line? If you ever want to call

You can always call us up here in Canada ... via the CPR phone line ... and ... if we fall off the edge we fall into the void going on forever ... infinitely ... in time... in time lines ......... where we best Nõt forget to listen to that Kukai guy who says tõNs about Nõ thing with that brush flying everywhere with fate/faith ...

whispering beautiful Nõthings into our eyes

What is the ontological difference, the ontological awareness? There is Being and there is the awareness of Being and that is the difference, the ontological difference, where the awareness of Being is the difference. Being and Blooming, the Rose and the Railway ... of language and philosophy becoming on line, the touch of technology ... awareness of technology under the skin ... of heart in hand and tech ... silence on the line ... Ma on Line ... | // | ... Ma on Mother Board ... via telecommunications ... and Nõ bridges between linguistics and philosophy ... where oppositional being is one thing and the other ... self and other, self and Nõ other ... articulating the heart with impulses, with the heart beat to guide us, knowing that the Raven who hears the conversation on the line will fully understand the significance of words flowing into other words ... the wheels upon the track of time ... the multi-tracked conversations of the universe that go forever and ever on that ring road that leads through the ground / soil / self that each of us knows individually through kokoro, backword(s) and forwords(s) ever and ever homeword.

one discovers the self in that experience which is inexpressable

yet forms the supple grounding of life and language (Irigaray, 19)