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For the curious, questioning, and wandering soul

Archive for January, 2011

sun and grass and wind

The drums are beating. Take a deep breath and exhale. Look up and see the sun. The great ball of fiery wrath. Or beauty. Whatever you’d like, really. Feel the grass, green blades bright, towering over tiny dirt specs. There’s the wind, whipping your hair, natural air into your nostrils.

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night night

what I want to say to you is…. good night and good luck

Paul Cezanne: master of organic, vibrant paintings

Cezanne is easily my favorite artist of all time; I aspire to paint like this- so free, organic, and powerful

a mindless rambling…sigh

searching searcing, ah there it is. come on, bring me there. i want to go there, don’t you see that? I’m waiting, with a smirk on my face and my hair hanging down. there we go, there we come. MmmMmm. It’s quiet, wind wisps up, kissing by the fire. Slightly upturned lipss, touch the stars and come back to me. I see you, I see you and I love what I see. You, looking at me looking at you. Near the fire, under the stars, circling this orbit, zooming across the universe. Oblivious. There’s only now, right? I hope. Wake up, drinking coffee. The world, it’s changing and we’re changing. I put my hand into yours, fits so well. Fits so well. I smile, because that’s all I want. You, my hand in yours.

I want to hear your heart, in your chest, so warm, so powerful. There’s a heart and I hear it. Strange. Remember this, remember it because its here and it’s now and it’s all that there is.

calamitous beyond reckoning

“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”
— Cormac McCarthy

Inevitability

I can hardly describe it. A resounding feeling of complete uncertainty, doubt, and fear. Sometimes it consumes me. This universal, underlying, truth. That life ends.

Take away all the living bullshit, and that’s what you get. An inevitability, to the very core. Oh god, it scares the shit out of me.