Flimsy

I am an empty hole facing the forms that are empty holes facing my form: one among the many of the One.

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Blessed Are The Meek [This piece was inspired by and created under the influence of Slugabed’s ”Earth is Gone Sorry” Feat. Lum]

There are the faces around that we all are, faces, already fading, about to be forgotten faces, blooming, withering and vanishing sea waves of faces, my face and your face to be lost sooner or later we are to lose no matter how hard we try to save it on facebook, from humiliation and utter oblivion, always already fading from the face of the Earth, every single face you ever face faces to be replaced, by other faces, as our faces have replaced the faces flowering before us, under the sun, nothing special,
Look.
Do you see?
Do you see them now?
Do you feel the love you actually feel for all of them? The faces up the streets, in the shops, in the parks and on the trams. The faces at work and the faces at home. The faces from the past, opposite, behind and next to yours, the newborn faces. Out and about. Take a look. Variations on a theme. Beneath all these faces we all share the same essence. Underneath the myriad faces there is only one sameone there.

nothing stays, on the face of it

What remains, in the end, nothing else remains but awareness, of this moment, above and in front of all the toyful joys and the soulfull sorrows of the person who is losing everybody and everything, slowly and surely, all that it—as an I—has ever attained or missed and all that it has ever grown fond of and loved, sooner or later, falls away, and then the truth meets the truth… this heart is breaking and oozing gooey pain at the thought of my parents fading, at the thought of an ex and the countless unpursued prospects blending into the impersonal mass of the female flesh I’m so mesmerized by day by day: nothing remains that I could hold on to, nothing that I can grasp, nobody, noone, nothing to fixate on, nothing that fix(at)es, nothing that grounds me, nothing to write about really, all the writing blurs into noise, another iteration of the same old, same old, everything pixelates, with me in the middle of it all, alive, a heart, ready to burst, or stop, almost, for real, and it’s beating on, for it’s only the mind that is blown away by the overwhelm called truth

Is/Am

I is always in the wrong. But I am always in the right. That is to say: While I, as a person, is always in the wrong, I, as the truth of this moment, am always in the right—given that I is for all intents and purposes the dismissal (mechanism) of the truth that I am. To paraphrase Fedor Emilianenko: I proposes, God disposes.

Rebecca Solnit

in a weird way

the more interconnected we get
the less connected we feel
and
the less interconnected we are
the more connected we may become

here’s two phenomenal quotes from Rebecca Solnit:

“The new chatter puts us somewhere in between, assuaging fears of being alone without risking real connection. It is a shallow between two deeper zones, a safe spot between the dangers of contact with ourselves, with others”

“A restlessness has seized hold of many of us, a sense that we should be doing something else, no matter what we are doing, or doing at least two things at once, or going to check some other medium. It’s an anxiety about keeping up, about not being left out or getting behind”

also read: http://goo.gl/j0SE69

life before death

it’s up to you

the half-hearted realm of wishy-washy deferral
is the limbo of a juiceless, lifeless existence

build clarity through experiential experimentation
never cease probing

let your actions determine your emotions
not the other way around

remember,
the stronger your resolve
the stronger your reason for it
where criticism, failure, resistance and your emotions (in response) become mere fodder for it

to paraphrase Nassim Taleb:
while wind puts out a candle, it fuels a fire

self-sabotage is easy

you think that you are the most special, the specialest special
someone so special who outspecials everyone else out there
you feel that you are the most clued in, the most in tune,
if people just knew who you are behind that image,
behind the mask that keeps you buffered from others
they would all be.. enchanted
next to this, you also think that you are specially crippled
while others have it easy you have a special convolution of spirit
a physical &/ spiritual challenge that prevents you from being that
specialest of special individual that you actually are
[this is what–you think–the lover leaving you fails to see]

what a narcissistic mindfuck

here’s the deal:
you are what you do (i.e. give & contribute)
not what you think (i.e. would like to get)
your external relationships or state of affairs
reflect but that internal one