Blurb

Awkwardly, reaching to renovate the soul-source, many of my early poems were parts of an attempt to reimagine the divine; more specifically to de-bundle God's perfections and most specifically, to de-couple God's perfect goodness and perfect power. (To update God's downgrade from Being-above-being to Platonic demiurge. And to recognize the full circle therein: If God is Eros again, then God is Love again. A substantive return to his nominal self.) Also, many of my early poems were parts of an attempt to rediscover Buber's divine Thou after decades of scientistic sandstorms. The first attempt followed on the second, since I suspect(ed) that personhood and comprehensive perfection are at odds, even for candidate Gods. Throughout, I made these attempts from the point of view -- under the wide-reflective equilibrium -- of an agnostic.