panta rhei
if I could, I would
no regrets, whatsoever
apples should remain red
green apples, be green
birds chirp
ducks quack
what makes a duck a bird
is neither chirp
nor quack
clocks tick
bells ring
what makes an hour an hour
is neither tick
nor ring
names differ
things remain
what makes a thing itself
is neither name
nor shape
water flows
why wouldn’t words?
everything does,
Heraclitus said
you know nothing, Jon Snow
nothing can be known
I jotted this down on Caltrain, while away from home and family for a few weeks. I don’t remember what was on my mind at the time, but it feels relevant again.