There is no She
She does not exist.
She is not the transcendental figment of the intersubjective
place where analogy forms ex nihilo
She is not a process towards becoming.
She is not tautology exerting itself as the beginning middle and end,
of temporality through the word "because."
She is negation . That which cannot be itself
with out the fundamental restructuring of all that is.
She is revolution
The contradiction spun upon itself, She is creation
forming from the clash of Cause and Because.
- She is not now- but the future at the end of potentialities.
She becomes the Because of Cause through the radical assertion
of a self-same Event that transfixes a parrallaxing of paradox
into a state where the chaos becomes identifiable as something which
can be named as such only through shifts in perspective.
She is Beauty - Beauty is discontinuous
She is the narrative retrospectively constructed from an Event like
reality - but not something that took place as Real - constructed and
reconstructed to make the absence of Truth in any given situation
capable to be introduced into something for understanding.
She that which makes the story function as if meaning
had a fixed position; anchored in concrete.