There is no antonym for compare
exactly. Not even close. Imagine!
This unremarkable verb
striking at the heart of the mystery.
Oneness ever essentially intact,
apprehended only originally
and left thereafter immaculate
while the self is constructed
of comparisons amidst the aptness,
carving out a niche, divvying up the Oneness.
There is but one antonym
when purely grasped, approximated,
roughly worded beyond the self,
outside the covers of any Thesaurus,
alluded to faithfully, often non-verbally,
by the mystics, one difficult, elusive
though not quite unattainable antonym
for compare - non-existence.
O child of God, get back to the garden,
to that pristine original, incomparable view.
|drawing by Rich Panico|