Terms and Burns

For me, the act of living takes on a rather curious connotation. It is only possible for those of us who find little relatable with the coats and howlings that brush past us. Though alienation is not uncommon even amongst livestock, the cleanliness of the break is always honored. So let's live by, "If you wish to converse with me, Define Your Terms". and in case of my regulatory sickness, here's a list

Good - What affirms the Spirit, rather than physically affirming. What benefits what is valued by the individual above of, or perhaps in spite of, one's so called well being. In so that we're selfish and take or cause nothing hurtful to ourselves without a Reason. Not quite outside the realm of Evil. It mostly depends on the lighting in the room, or perhaps I should say.... surface.

Bad - mostly a conglomerate of slightly nasty behavioral occupants that hide when the church come a calling only to resurface with tomatoes for the purposes of tossing. In no way the opposite of Good, as one can only blame The Divine for one's pinpoint accuracy in tomato tossage combined with an aversion to the mass hysteria that is organized religion.

Evil - Cows, sans the spot and milk. Yeah, That kind of, Cows.

Love - Personifications of The Divine

The Divne - Eros more than a handshake and very far from Agape 'cause that is cowardice. The Ecstasy of living with an expiration date.

Reason/The Rational - The systematic collection of data and deductions that follows a recognizable pattern in search of the Good. Anything can be data, and deduction and recognition depends the brain capacity of the viewer. A pattern however, is much more ambiguous than even "anything". In so that we're taught to live and learn as much as we can, new patterns emerge and so our definition of The Rational is akin to the theory of the expanding Universe. Though in actuality, a contraction or an expansion, remains a mystery.

Vanity - being honest and truly secure.

Theory & The Void

In a continuing effort to reach some semblance of totality. The beginning is always, the void, the chaos, the primordial soup willed with alphanumerics these days. One can't imagine what is there before nothing, but only after, something. So in a string, to describe, a feeling...

What is the test of my faith?
Where is the fear of my loathing?
Why do I stand?

The way to the clearing is all but clear, muddled with the recognition of yesterday, the day before that, the day before that, the nights that connect them. To breathe in the air now, is like coughing when yawning And it is a wonder how fresh the coldness is.

If I'm not clear, I'm obviously then not. Though I think I am, and the feeling remains. When we lose our reasons we never forget what we know. And what I know has remained with me for as long as I retain this semblance. Call it a persona, or what not.

The peripherals has left me again, and in its wake the giant statues of ghastly marble makes me tremble as if i sit in the plastic chair wondering where the love songs are and how the air between my fingers has expanded to astronomical proportions when the mere idea of clasping together the flesh I've known since birth becomes a conceptual impossibility, ergo I am alone admist the sheep.

There's always this nagging feeling that what I've held pure is tainted and that perhaps the place to return to is What Is. But rather than ask "What Is It?" I think the more relevant question is always "Will I enjoy It" and as all questions worth asking, the savoring moment is perhaps sweeter than the revelation, if less memorable. In leaning away from the task of definitions I am perhaps leaning away from myself. Yet sometimes a good contrast is hard to find.

This is not a love song,
Nouvelle Vague

Neo End

Recently I've been told that I need a life, that I may or may not be a phony, and that I need to pay less attention, grown up or just generally shut the fuck up

This is my Reaction.