CompositeI woke up one day, and I was someone else, or used to be someone else, it's hard to tell. I woke up as someone I don't know, perched on a high stack of stills depicting who I was yesterday, last week, the month before, a stack I've been watching grow taller and more wobbly ever since.3
AliveThe soft breeze that touched me has opened the sky and sun dappled brightness like honey, but who has the time for the birds in the trees and genially watching the bunnies? The grass looks alive from the touch of the rain and smells like a bright summer morning, though summer is slowly approaching its end and colorful leaves started falling.3
At EaseI guess I arrived at that time in my life when people start questioning meaning. They question their standing, they question their worth, they question their reason for being. My life didn't happen the way that I thought , and many would think it was tedious. I stumbled on purpose a little too late, confused by its methods and reasons.2
In Real LifeThere are so many things I'd like to share with you, so many things, all around us, hidden in the beauty we don't watch, in the peace we don't seek, in the dark of the mornings. They live in the touch we exchange with the fog, and get painted in lightin the evening,they ring delicate air chimesin the still of the wind,they sparkle at nightand they summon.2
Who?Who is to know what the future will hold, the future from here to forever? Who is to say what the fate has in store, the fate that has brought us together? Who is to judge if it's right or it's wrong, the judge who created existence? Who is to ponder the meaning of lore, its spirit, its magic, its essence?2
My Name is Rosemary"This is my room!" Rosemary thought. She couldn't remember how she got here, or anything else about her life before being in this room. From the rocker she was resting in she could see playful blue and golden patterns on the wall and large French doors that opened to a balcony overlooking the ocean.2
My Name is Rosemary"This is my room!" Rosemary thought. She couldn't remember how she got there, or anything else about her life before being in it. From the rocker she was resting in she could see playful blue and golden patterns on the wall and large French doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the ocean.2
Lesson Six - Always and Forever - ConstantConstant - A number expressing a relation or property which remains the same in all circumstances, or for the same substance under the same conditions. The universe is a living contradiction, and I stopped trying to reconcile its paradoxes a long time ago, so I will state this knowing it doesn't yield to logic.
Lesson Five - Divided by Zero - OptionsLike all naturally evolving systems reality doesn't behave according to a predetermined plan, it runs on repeated trial and error and on eliminating the fruitless branches in the tree of choice. Even though you can't see it, reality presents and tests options for itself constantly and automatically, in a manner you may recognize from the quiet processes inside of a body.
Lesson Three - Roots, Branches and OffshootsSome phenomena are not about themselves. They take you one level, one dimension down into the substance of things, they are measurements of change, gauges of the inner workings of the world, consequences of movement. Every atom in existence is a player in a giant set of games of variability.
AngstI haven't written in a while and the words keep piling up inside my mind, and their essence builds up in layers that get thicker and denser with each passing day, heavier and heavier, and I fear that pretty soon they will be so heavy that they will start falling through my consciousness, and then through matter and time, all the way back to the beginning of the world,