picture from here

I thought, but was not.
I said that creatures are machines.
I had lost everything but reason.

Give greetings to all those
whose knowledge is secret,
like Paracelsus, Swedenborg and Elberfeld's mathematical horses,
which take roots and raise them to powers,
count flowing numbers with their wise hooves, not their heads,
because hooves and trained legs and erudite body
often know more than tardy brains.
Tell them that philosophy is solitude
and solitude coldness and a dead body
that copulates with reason, and the child
is a discourse on method* and an imaginary quantity.

Today
swift horses run over dying France
with their hooves they drum the hidden knowledge
into Cartesius' temporal bone.
Today I am one with them.

DESCARTES
by Eeva-Liisa Manner

The poem above is one of my favorites, and provides a bit of the inspiration behind the name, this blog is my personal ramblings, it has no direction yet, but I can tell you, it will be full of everything but reason. and a few too many comas.