Unfinished 10/18/2010
I haven't written in awhile. It seemed like it hard to describe reality in words In these squiggly shapes that seem to have a certain finite meaning to them. Reality is so vast so boundless, so miraculous so vibrant how could I possibly try to explain relationships, emotions, thoughts, ideas. Well I don't. It does. If there is a spark to write the spark writes itself, it is it self, appears in itself, and is not pointing to content but to context and to itself. I don't know if it makes sense, but I figured I would write what would come out, and not edit the stream. It's not working so well, the not editing thing. I keep writing a line and finding myself erasing it or writing seemingly in front of it. which is annoying, I felt like there was sometimes that I could write without second guessing how every word sounded and what it was referring to. With the changes that have been occurring lately. It seems hard to be able to describe things accurately, but heck I'm just gonna give in to that. I want things to be different in relationship I want squeaky clean, the problem is it doesn't exist. Or maybe it does. And maybe it's that I think I am myself. And I think someone else is someone. And the reality is that that's simply not the case. We are so much more than a description or a conceptual understanding. It's easy to get thinking that we are the thoughts, but like the word water is not water, and you know what water is by drinking it not by saying the word. So we are, we call our self human, and belief we know what we mean when we say that, and what it all entails for each individual pattern with it's set of quirkiness and peculiarities. The thing is we are so much more than that. and even not that. We appear in our self. CommentsMike Oconnor 11/27/2010 17:16
Hey, jump stumbled across yr blob on twitter and just wanted to say that I like the way you work it. Some interesting thoughts and insights. Love the Lego analogy. Leave a Reply |
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