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Sunday, August 14, 2005


   Bewtixt the Clouds (lost in thought)
We find ourselves when we awaken from a night of rest, we know our names and the faces of those we love. We know what we are and where we live. We have a history and memories. Whilst all at the same time we are aware that this is reality, these physical things hold us in this particular place in time and space. However, can we really be sure of anything, since most of what we are aware of, the things that make up our senses, are less than 1 millionth of what composes the Universe? What we can see is exactly that, merely what we see. As is the same for all of our senses. Could a person wake up in the morning and be someone else? Or could we each become someone new everytime we blink?

Sometimes we get caught in these ruts, lost in the sense of the physical past, present and future. Only when one realizes that this is directly connected with the spiritual past, present and future can progression be achived. In this Physio-Psychological balance is where our "hearts" reside, the corpus colosum, if you will, of a much more collective consciousness for you as a whole. Putting into perspective the simplicity of life and the complexities we think are there.

This brings me to the undertones in the entirety of life. There's things that "hold us back" and "block our vision" but these things are a disturbance in the Physio-Psychological ratio that causes us to be comfortable or not. Chi is the study of the meridians of energy that every living creature has throughout their body and if the meridians are out of alignment then there is some sort of bodily malfunction. Think of the same sort of thing can happen in your brain with emotions and thoughts. There are plenty of draining substances to be had out in the world and the reason most people use them is due to the straining tendancies of society on individualism and openmindedness. Not saying that everyone partakes in these deeds but there are expected exceptions in the 6 billions souls polluting the earth with white noise, hemorraging beyond control.

Truth is that everything is a hypocritical letter addressed to ourselves, life is death, one beautiful paradox that no one can know the words but can still see the letters.

I hope that depression does not consume you, Love. There's more to life than meets the eye. You know what's behind my touch, that slightly electric taste in our mouths. You know how strong I can be and that is your strength as well. If you need anything of me I'll do everything in my power to accomplish it. You force the sanity back, thank-you. For now, though, I hope that the moon and stars will serve well enough as your light. For that is where I am and what I can give. Listen to their words and you'll hear my voice.

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