This entry is a work in progress. Like Life. I want to hit enter when everything I feel I need to say is in here. But I am impatient and I want to release these things as soon as they are composed. I don't even know who will read it. I don't care. I just want it out there. Liberated for chance to deliver to the eyes and head and hearts of whoever it may.
These words do not begin to define...
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
In high school I came across these words from Walt Whitman (or rather, they came across me?):
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Questions:
What does time afford you? What does it bring? At what point do the nonnegligible differences in age dissipate? (I looked that word up to see if it existed and google popped this out: The Nonnegligible Lightness of Gravity) What qualifies as a nonnegligible difference?
What's with all the questions?
Those moments are the treasures~
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The equality idea and that earth is lighter than the sum of its parts... interesting!
harmony~ going together~
time affords me the ability to reflect, disect and project.