I love the feeling of thinking how so many people in today's generation are kind of on this kick of romanticizing the notion of how crazy it would be if the world all of a sudden lost all use of this technology we've come to be so interconnected to. if all of a sudden we lost all access to this other dimension we've tapped a link into called the internet. ( you know this shit is seriously another dimension, manifested.) and i love how it makes people think about just what it would be like to realize that something we had, that was very important to us, was all of a sudden lost, taken away, and without your permission. because thinking thoughts of loss is the first step to really appreciating something, as you have it. and that is a very important emotion to be able to foster within yourself, appreciation, for anything and everything, exactly as it is before your eyes. because at any moment, it could all be taken away. and i really think i see this notion of appreciation starting to take root in our culture in a more major way... i do, i really believe it is, i can feeling it getting stronger... and despite all the shit going on today, all like the super ridiculous insane can't even believe it SHIT... i feel like all that shit, is going to be recycled into amazingly positive change in the not so distant future... ...i feel it... i truly believe it actually. i do.
Writing my story in the hours of the day like sentences on the page of the week in the chapter of the month of the lesson of the year in the time of my age in the book of my life on the stage in your eyes. All the marks I make and hands I hold and pictures I take are the letters I leave in the wake drifting towards the sea of infinity only to evaporate. then particles condense straight out of the air where moments ago only nothing was there; a ripple forms in the fabric of time and a drop of precipitate makes water to wine. The currents they flow though know not whether they go and standing on a bridge between my mind's eye I watch the river of my life pass by. A dream you would say is all it could be, but what you call dream is reality to me.
no point though in discussing the terms of the matter when all thats important is what's left after the chatter.
He relished these quiet moments...
...these reflective moments
spent in such peculiar combinations of circumstances.
The way his abstracted familiarity with his own past
mixed with his relaxed appreciation of the ever-present sensation
of new possibilities within each moment.
because the moments he loved to subconsciously create for himself
they were aesthetically arresting
and he appreciated all the irreproducible details.
Somehow he could manage, for a few seconds
of instant eternity,
To extract a thrilling essence from the marrow of mundanity.
seemingly creating something extraordinary
out of nothing in particular.
If this was not what it felt like to be fully aware one was alive,
he could not imagine any other experience that would.
But just as unexpectedly as the feeling had arrived,
it quietly stepped out the back door
and was gone.
And even though he was left with no special memento
or record of his time,
he had a vague sense of certainty that
what he could not hold onto
would never be far off,
and even with no promise to be found again,
somehow, it could never be lost.
I feel simultaneously like a Star and a Black Hole.
Full and Empty; Full of Emptiness. I'm not necessarily saying it to be sad about it; It just kinda is what it is, and I feel like this is the Natural State of All Things.
Contradictions, Balance, Self-Opposition, Nullification, Infinity, 'Limitless is Meaningless' is meaningful because it sets up a limit. The limitless is held and formed within the limited; Infinite is within the Finite. Limitless self contained in a limited form, in a limited world.
Paraphrasing Emerson, we animate what we can, and we see only what we animate. Nature and Books belong to the eyes that see them; these words belong to you who read them. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours, so serene, that we can relish either. Direct strokes we were never given the power to make; all our blows glance, all our hits are accidental. The Indian who was laid under a curse that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all.
But when you compare Everything as it is to the state of Nothingness itself, you have to choose Everything every time.
July 3rd, 2012 2:10am Andrew's apartment, Nrth + Wstrn
So i just had this idea, that maybe somehow Gravity is an effect of perception...
like the pull of gravity is in relation to how much perception is being drawn in. like 'Black Holes' are exactly what the holes in our own eyes are, taking in all the Light. these 'Black Holes' though simply have no lid. the Eternally All-Seeing.
I have one such hole inside me as well. An ever-watchful eye, the Always Observer. the one with nothing to say. in fact i have an entire Universe inside of me. my own universe. it is the universe which makes up the fabric of this one. the Universe of Ideas and Concepts, the Memory box, the Storyteller. and all i can ever try to do is Reflect the light that I Alone see from the Universe within outwards into this Universe I Share with others. this little light of mine, im gonna let it shine, whether you're watching or not, Eternity Sees All.
Life is like rediscovering a forgotten memory.
"You make me want to know you."
said the seer to the seen.
Well here I go again, for the first time.
the compression of the Universe through the pinpoint of the vortex causes the combustion of consciousness.
like waves of consciousness radiate and are emitted from the combustion of all the information in the universe condensed and compressed into one single point of awareness.
=> 'gravitational lens' effect around super dense objects.
Tree Falls in Backyard at Home.
One thing vs. another is becoming one thing along with another, one thing in relation to an other.