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So interesting how often we deny the drives that rule over everything we do. How often we look for ways to escape the ever-looming truths that frame every fantasy and every deed...

And how we then deny our denial by fabricating even more layers of fantasy and meaningless actions. A distraction from our distractions, so to say. But surely, there is some level of truth that we simply cannot know...?

And so perhaps the biggest mistake of all is to deny everything because we cannot know for sure.

Why must we know for sure what is true and what is not?

fuzz

Crazed and cradling pools to bathe in

Fire

Moments so immersive it feels like ill lose it all in an endless sea of intellectualism and philosophical exploration....

The pounding sound of death leaves me feeling so short of breath, like I'm drifting away unwillingly across the dark puddle of my mortality as my mind enters realms I was never meant to find...

To feel so awake and raw, so alive and yet acknowledging the rotting meat and blood and sinew shrieking and squelching in between soul and world.  

I am a fire at my core, burning brightly. 

The sun heats me; and I soak it in like 

A hearty flower 

dipped in a river of diamonds

I take this fire and I share it in small ways 

Flaming tendrils lapping against faces

Embracing mountains and infants

Snaking into the dark nooks and crannies 

Far below the shaley topsoil of my consciousness.

Dearest Lord, Creator, Father. My beloved... Jesus, my Savior. It is Your Glory shining down upon me that allows even the very sensation of Goodness and Joy to be experienced. Without Your Infinite, beautiful design nothing would exist, not even the merest whim or speck of dust. No souls, no time, no earth, air; no galaxies or black holes, concepts or impulses, connections, or species. 

Any perception given to me is only possible through You, for You are responsible for the existence of eery thought and feeling I have ever had. 

Everything I have or think i have, and everything anyone else has or thinks they have, is really Yours. To deny this is to claim ownership of something that was never something that could ever be owned. How can a tiny glimmer of light crafted so meticulously by a force so beyond powerful ever hope to claim anything? How can it do anything but what it was designed to do? 

Lord let me live as You have designed me to live, not as a deviant but so consumed with the fire of Your Perfection  that I cannot do anything aside from that which aligns itself with Your Glory. It is not simply love, it is Your Perfect Love that renews and  restores us, purifies us from the cancerous darkness that separates a sinful creature from the Light.

a trip into the world, consciously.

Is it possible to ever completely change your main mode of being? Of perceiving the world?

Am I just like a leaf floating in the air, pulled in every direction depending on the way the wind blows, the possible brushing up against the legs of someone else more present in the moment?

I wake up momentarily, when I'm alone, I make a decision, and then BAM the very INSTANT I encounter another person it is like my own conscious thoughts are obliterated and I'm tuned into their current state of being... like an inescapable, magnetic force has instantaneously redirected every cell in my body to the Other.

And I cease to exist.

And then they leave, and I feel myself steeped in the Other, their being slowly drawn down out of me, seeping away..... until I am once again able to think and feel freely for myself. That recovery time can last a loong time depending on the intensity of the Other, or the sheer quantity and diversity of the Other.

Very hard to focus on personal development and life goals with this issue....

I know who I am.

Is it true that most comedians are secretly neurotic and depressed?

Amusement is like a hardness of heart beyond the norm.

"Take a minute right now to review the past 24 hours. During how many moments were you truly content, appreciating the moment-to-moment unfolding of your life? For most of us these moments are the exceptions -- they stand out in our memory. The rest of the time we're restlessly pursuing some goal or another, trying with limited success to maximize pleasure and minimize pain or discomfort. "


"As though this weren't enough...there is yet another mechanism that...adds to our troubles: our predisposition to love. These emotions bind us together in couples, families, tribes, and larger cultural groups. They enable us to nurture and protect one another...

But these emotions also set us up for a host of painful experiences. On top of thinking constantly about seeking pleasure and avoiding pain for ourselves, we have the opportunity to worry about the well-being of our loved ones.....In general, the more we're able to love, the more everyone's pleasure and pain become our own. While this capacity for attachment and empathy is a wonderful part of being human, it makes the project of trying to hold on to pleasure and avoid pain even more impossible. "

"Since we tend to remember painful experiences [better than pleasurable], we also tend to anticipate them [more] in the future. Each unpleasant memory, worried thought, and pessimistic conclusion is associated with a bit of emotional hurt -- even when nothing is actually going wrong. So as long as we're living in our heads, lost in narratives about the past and the future, we're going to experience a lot of pain."

"Ironically, many of us put icing on the cake of our suffering with a uniquely human addition -- concluding that our dissatsfaction is or own fault. Living in a more or less free-market economy exacerbates this. The way I can motivate you to buy my goods or services is by suggesting that they will bring you more pleasure and less pain. Enterepreneurs and marketers are smart == they know that this is what makes us tick. When we see the happy couple in their new convertible, or the sexy surger with his beautiful babe holding a beer, we draw the conclusion that we wold feel great if only we had that car or brew. Besides creating a remarkable amount of wasterful, environmentally destructivr consumer spending, such marketing contributes to our personal suffering. Grouing up with our minds marianted in these messages, most of us come to believe that if we're not happy, either we must have made bad decisions or there is something fundamentally wrong with us. 'If only i had chosen the right career, spiuse, diet, plastic surgery, shampoo, or jeans -- then I'd be happy.
Why do I keep getting it wrong?'

"We're left blaming ourselves rather than noticing that most human suffering derives from our history, biological makeup, and existential predicament. By not noticing that suffering stems from universal habits of mind rather than our personal failings, we compound our difficulty. "


- Ronald Siegel

a moment...a dream..

Oh how time moves us along...............................









So many days gone by, who am I now?


       Dare I cast a wager?

Old dewy lines dried up along cheeks, salted and pure.

Emo x 1000000000000

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