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My blog could be considered a dangerous thing. I don't think it is. Everything I write is completely honest. Some posts are commentary, some posts are stories, some are boring, some are fun. Most often it's a window into the part of my subconscious that cannot be communicated verbally. It's meant to be the place I spill, organize and store my abstract hidden things. You can really access a lot about me through the blog, and it's partially there for that purpose. To find out the things I cannot say, and don't necessarily need to be said. But its also a tool for me, the process of writing/blogging is therapy in some sense. However, there's a lot missing. To read it, and to think that it is all of me, would be very wrong. That's why it can be misleading. A lot of people read it, and they misinterpret. No one really knows what I actually mean by a lot of the things I say, and that's not my problem. Like I said, its only there partially for the purpose of letting people into that part of me, the rest is there for me, for my subconscious to come out. To take it literally would be a dangerous thing for the reader.

Important Pieces

In that space where infinity above meets immensity below we see the first sign of a new dawn. Dark always gives way to light; for a brief moment nothing is forbidden, everything is possible. But what would we do if the light never came? Maybe we would lie down. Maybe we could go back to sleep. Maybe we could wake up. - Adbusters

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere; they’re in each other all along. - Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

Adopt the pace of nature: Her secret is patience. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"The poet Rilke was afraid that if he got rid of his demons, he would lose his angels as well. Of course the danger of clinging to our demons to save our angels is that our demons may well take over." - Tim Farrington

Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is-and still not caring.
- Tom Robbins

A crazy thing has come up, a crazy and possibly the best thing of my life has come up...you'll have to deal with my uber abstractness today-any questions just ask!

First things first I must take things lightly-like how they pump air into the ice cream, in the end that's all your paying for. What I mean to say is if I am too serious about this, if I am too heavy I will be too worried i will work myself into the anxiety state my family is known for, I must think of the air-the lighter side of things. For in the end that is what i am doing this for- the good parts!

Then there's this… a continuation of my thoughts over the past few weeks, in fact ever since he left.

Looking for you light I went out:
It was like the sudden dawn of a million million suns
A ganglion of lightnings for my wonder
Oh Lord of Caves, If you are light
There can be no metaphor

It's a Yogi's poem, about his meditation experience. Shiva-Ultimate Yogi, God of destruction (and creation) in Hinduism. The rebel who above all upholds that all the physical shit is not worth anything, while all the mental consciousness is all that your effort should be fruit off.

So these damn lectures are all coinciding with my life's happenings, is someone trying to tell me something here? Am I too set in the physical, too unexposed since birth to notice?

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Important Pieces

Tuesday, September 6, 2005

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