We interfere with what we know by knowing it.
We interfere with what we do by doing it.
We interfere with what we love by loving it.
I guess you could say we’re the causes of our own loneliness.
We interfere with what we watch by watching it.
We interfere with what we write by writing it.
We interfere with what we think by thinking it.
We interfere with where we go by going there.
We are like Midas, or Medusa.
We interfere with life by living it.
In fact, one definition of perfection is simply
the way things are when we are not around.
Or might have been if I hadn’t said so.
One question, though: is all this actually true?
We interfere with what we ask by asking it.
If there is a God we will
surely ruin him by believing in him.
And yet we must exist, correct?
Don’t answer that! You
who remain you only by your absence.
From In Someone Else’s House (BkMK Press, 2013). Copyright © 2013 by Christian Barter. Used with the permission of the author.