Forward, forward, sideways across. She carries her only daughter across the river known only as River Hardly. The words to describe such an event are numerous and un-nameable. One must be careful not to pursue a lengthy description when trying to amuse the masses.
But the masses are stupid, unfortunate, desolate & lonely creatures of habit! Unlike that woman with her only daughter, still but stained by her wanting happiness. Illusory things mutate choiceless advantages.
Woman at door with child selling chocolate bars for $1 for her son's baseball team. Baseball? Who the hell still plays baseball?
I purchased one, a Milky Way bar. Makes me think of the galaxy we inhabit. I believe there should be an Andromeda bar or a Crab Nebula bar. The entire Universe should be paid tribute.
People don't give a damn. They say they do but they don't. Sure, they're busy with the day to day stuff but none of that would be possible if the Universe didn't exist.
It may be bad - it may be good. Whatever you choose to call it it's still a part of the entirety of existence. This you mustn't deny!
If you try to outwit existence you will only end up creating more negative illusions to get caught up in. Catch yourself now before the final dinner bell is rung.
Just been keeping busy with my various writing projects and art projects. I detest most of what is on television these days. The only channels I stick with are HBO, Shotime, Cinemax & the Sundance Channel. They tend to show a lot of independent abstract stuff that I enjoy.
I got a hankering for something chocolatey and so I bid thee farewell.
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway
Someone once told me it is better to want to know who you are than not have any clue or desire. I don't recall who it was that said this but he was pretty engaging. Next thing I knew I was soaring up over the highest mountains and the thickest arrogance.
A part of me remains with the human race. But my majority surrounds the ether of all existence.
How many times a day do you take a deep breath? Three? Four? Five? It must be more than a dozen, more than a hundred. But I suppose the exact number is not too important. Or maybe it is so important that it immediately becomes irrelevant.
Just as there are millions and millions of reasons for breathing; there are millions and millions of atoms holding it all together. Is there any excuse for being so apathetic towards the whole of creation? You may think there is but I think not.
Do not put your faith in things like greed, materialism, vanity, employment or capitalism. Such things are not capable of providing permanent happiness. You can fool yourself over and over but then that would just make you look like a court jester.
How many times a day do you contemplate? I mean really contemplate. There's no need to fear contemplation. Why would you fear it anyway? Of all the things in this world to fear... contemplation is definitely not one of them. Neither is breathing.
Take one million deep breaths daily. Contemplate one million profound deaths daily. Live, Love, Laugh.
