dreams.
February 16th, 2009
Virtual high-five if you’ve read this far. It is a Monday, here in the sleepy Midwest. I don’t feel landlocked. I do feel like I am reading more than making. All worth it in the end. (keep saying it. keep saying that)
Sometimes I think that the way people like to “share” work is by (and I quote a hilarious CANADIAN comedian …wow that really rolls off the tongue there. Regardless, his name is Eugene Mirman) by shoving a fucking loaf of bread in your GODDAMN ear. Because.. I can? This bothers me sometimes. If you say you are a Satanist, you are not being an “alternative” or apart from Christianity. You are letting it define you. The story writes you, instead of the other way around. This is a thin example, but a decent one. In the same vein, if you are a constant antagonist-you are letting the traditional definition of both good and evil write your reactions.
I have an extreme desire to return to San Francisco for four reasons. KM, RE (whom I would like to use this ethereal moment ((and by ethereal I am by no means suggesting that the internet is heaven. I am merely stating that it is something that transmits information in a way that I don’t completely understand and therefore will commit its existence to a place outside of the realm of my meager existence.)) to say that I am all the way behind anything you do. You are at a distance … only in theory and I still think of you as an integral part of my life, The Long Now Foundation, and TR. Of course, seeing the sea wouldn’t be too terrible either.
I have to admit, things in my moment to moment have seemed to be a lot more slippery as of late. I am thinking before everything I expel. This is good. This IS good. I am solidifying my spirituality. After a long logical hiatus (Thanks to a cetain cowboy and Foucault) And most importantly, I am accepting and not rejecting the uncertainty in a day. I have fixed what needs to be fixed. And left behind what needs left behind. I feel extraordinarily lucky as a human being right at this very moment.
