Writing is not cathartic, even though its feeling of release is present; it is not enlightening, however, it provokes critical thinking; it is not, above all, entertaining, nonetheless it transports you. I write in order to rationalize interiority, to catch emic experiences with a net. Everything, however, revolves and remains inside.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
but somehow our consciousness (as well as our unconsciousness) resists the incorporation
of such a simple principle.
We apply convergence to seemingly disparate events and entities. We try to find the cause of everything. We ask questions that are sometimes inevitably irrelevant. We measure heartbeats. We verbalize emotions.
them: Chance is never coincidental.
me: Egos are never beneficial.
Like the universe, let us proceed, determine, and complete, by making the least amount of effort, and taking the shortest path available.
Let us become the universe, where serenity is not contradictory to being deserving, and minimal struggle is unlike laziness.
Achieve, by using the simplest means possible, with
your spiritual economy set in full motion.
If so comes to be
We will rest,
We will rest together in peace,
Unsuccessfully (fully at our best);
right next to Everything.
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