The view from nowhere is a phantom lie,A mask of God that claims a neutral sight,For every truth is tethered to an eye,That views the world from darkness or from light.We sit within our bodies, placed and bound,By history, by labor, and by place,The truest knowledge grows from on the ground,And looks its subject directly in the face.Reject the distant, cold, imperial gaze,That builds a system out of frozen art,And find the wisdom in the tangled maze,Where theory speaks directly to the heart.No single voice can claim the total sky:We weave the truth when I replies to I
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