Posted by kid_A on May 6, 2002, at 15:24:47
First, lets get one thing on the table, lets lay our cards out so that we can see what everyone is holding, first thing, and to be sure noone has ever mentioned this: ITS GONNA GET A LOT WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER.And the discipline involves an active participance in the qualitative assessment of the relationship one has with others and the active errosion of our relationship to material things, the seperation of ourselves from our material desires and the clarity to know that nothing will ever turn back time.
And you're sitting at home at 7:00 and nothing is happening and the news says that there are 350 dead rebel soldiers in Nepal, and you think and you don't quite know where Nepal is but you imagine in your mind that it must be humid there... Effortlessly drifting into the surreal, and Coltraine in his best Junk-Free period is playing A Love Supreme on the stereo, but it's too intense so you put on Blue Train instead.
And whenever I'm in a high building or structure I wonder what it would be like to jump, the fascination with the ease and ability to do this captures me for a few moments and I'm transfixed, like a deer in headlights at the ground below me, and even though you may think I'm crazy, it's not suicide ideation but an intense desire to capture the extreme by whatever means necissary.
And come here baby, put your head on my shoulder and tell me all about your day because I really do want to hear about it and you can call me any time of the day or night and even though that one time I told you I was too tired to talk I promise that next time I'll be there for you, for whatever you need. And you tell me all of your secrets and I lock them inside of my heart, which makes my heart sag a little bit in empathy and I carry it with me wherever I go, but I'm so proud to do this that I would gladly bear the weight regardless, forever and ever and ever because I want to be with you, and this is the only way that I can.
But now after all of the commotion, you're standing in line at the checkout counter and you have some bread and some soup and some beer and it should be an easy shot, in and out, but two people in front of you have Western Union transactions and you're standing there endlessly, time somehow creeping backwards on the clock and you can feel yourself age a little each second, the wrinkles above your eyes creasing like paper, and you shift your weight to one leg and let out an audible sigh and the room starts to feel like it's a 10x10 foot square box and you're in there with the three other misanthropes from Sartre's No Exit, except it's worse because there's not even a lesbian, just these two poor sods slowly filling out their Westeren Union forms and the tired looking cashier going the slowest of all.
But all of this can disapear if we somehow learn the ability to seperate ourselves from the Ego. Relax our minds and drift out into space as we casually hand over the monetary equivalence of a loaf of bread, a six of beer, and a few cans of soup. Transfering the mundane transaction of curency into a state of bliss, and it is bliss because we have no connection to the moment, and the moment does not define us, and there is no Ego.
NO EGO. NO EGO. NO EGO.
.bE sAFE, sTAY aT hOME aND lOCK yOUR dOORS.
kid.a
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