The futility of the concept of truth is shut in its own building,
it wouldn't be so hard to tear this thousand year-old building down
but anytime I demolish I keep on rebuilding.
All propositions of logic are of equal rank,
every tautology itself shows that it is a tautology.
Logical research means the investigation of all regularity.
And outside logic all is accident.
The only way to shut it down is
"To say nothing except what can be said"
But without the speech what remains?
I tried to yell with infinite voices to smash it up
but none of these in enough to reach the foundations
That's because by now in my infinite voices
the only rule echoed is:
"To say nothing except what can be said"
And the silence that talks to me from its inner walls
is the one I surrendered to as the worthless truth
"Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent."
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