'the' ..moment!
It... an existence or Being in feeling.. a wave of isness
came back..... bodily, existed; that one moment i thought i had lost..
My one question, though irellevent, is do other peoples have the 'setting' within: non West Europeans, look at life as a road trip?
Is that in the work of Emir? for example
So much of Western culture being hung around the dead smelly albatross around a Marriners neck, of the road trip, from Homer through Thelma and Lou... ..road tripping... i playfully incorporate, but been there, don, unique t shirt design...an authentic one.. ready for mass marketing
Bu its not the journey, it is indeed the arrival.. bullshit to mindful numbskullery... arfival. Place to... Be...
in as much that 3 or 4 years ago i had that emeberside ' insight'...one dawn in the old cave: " the endless groovy thoughts, ideas, punchlines, insights, great poetical lines...book first lines fuaranteed to knock Kushner off err perch.... ( in addition to those texted out this morn... im on fire... punning to the outer reaches of the sold off system...[ that just arose])... dozens "
....100s over a few most free years from 7 or 8 years back, i didnt even get in notes, ten this this morn... busy with visitors to hedge central..etc...
but 'emberside ' 4ish years ago ...
" i know there is something else for sure.... dont fret if one doesnt get down the great lines in the head... so oft' multitasking, so often the waste of time by everyone....maybe not enough charge in the device to recotd, or the notepad got wet....
" them wonky goddesses... they know you had that thought... maybe thats all there is...if there is 'something' then probably they [ he she it and the other 80 odd according to the beeb..] ... received...
" fret not...
"maybe our creative thought, great lines of never to be rit poetry...are for them.... and anyway if there ever is an reckoning thell likely have the notes..i failed to get down...."
which is not Buddhist cos bud lites just give up...nope we are here to be educated by life... and perhaps if the notebook is dry
in turn educate on....
and if you ask me thats the non cynical death cultist version of what, if you dont get...to your great essay on that sublime... ['awe' some lost tosser was riffing on at dawn today..]
is why... what its for...somehow guiding one eventually to
be here again.
All change and travel disrupt thought.....gentle humble layers of an onikn skin maybe 'revealed'. of what is life... ( not what is meaning or what meaning is there)
and my previous state of nothing disrupting is now back and you can say that...but changing batteries just now...on top of a hill off to...a next place...
i felt it
i existed that knowledge i had,
before, if we can know anything for dead cert i felt was cert ...in death, too...
its having the insights... dont mattter if you get em out! ... thats the bit i reckon if anything can, assuages the endless period pain made insane with wrath, dodgy deeds upon mere man, by them wonky goddesses.
i mean the real ones not their imposters on earth
i dont care if one or other thinks i am mad right wrong...
because i lived that insight embodied at the embers one dawn..and i had forgotten why it made me haply and bold.... not hubris bold, innerstrength bold...
until it was just ...lived...again.
because ...know if there is a 'purpose' ?it doesnt matter if any human hears the great tricky techniques or fine words, its simply perraps that we evolve ( by the shit stuff only. ) to such a state we have them...in our inner voice....and only a fool lies to herself... so they are clear, work, or are not
one either does experience and live fully in the ' knowing' its all ok ... no matter what'...
Or has not... there is no middle of the road or creek or sophistry on chips..
tis lived
or tisnt
and fact i do..once again...Be that mode ...( only reason i could write a letter last November) .. means nothing, lost... no matter what
