Poe was clear: the universe contains the seeds of its own destruction.
The Big Bang left behind the One Particle
which has no substance since matter requires relation
and the Single Particle contains none. The many,
in the form of universal gravity, seeks to return to the original
One after the uneven distribution of the Big Big Bang—
the single and finite, near-instantaneous, volition of the deity both purposeful
and physically random in producing imperfect existence: the many.
Likewise, all thought, all division, all binary, must die.
Argument seeks not only to obliterate the other side
but both sides. The principle of war is not winning,
but that all sides, all oppositions, lose.
Those who bet on destruction win,
the humiliation of the lover following coupling
the same irresistible principle expressed.
No wonder love is either rapacious or lingers for years alone,
no wonder debate and argument are never resolved
even when you see the other side is right,
even when you speak in obvious ways which indicates to her you love.