the journey has taken me to this observation on what the journey really was
during the course of the cycle I have opened my ears to some driving force
yet it is late
yes I should be sleeping
but I am taking the time to make my last entry in this book
I guess I should start to zoom in on the vowel sound I make so that I won’t have to reinvent the wheel
I’ve been asking myself lately what is this and what is that
the truth is I don’t know and can’t know
I’ve got it all figured out yet
there are rules in this continuum and I have disciplined myself to follow them
this has coincided with my self induced mouth sore which has the habit of springing from a corrected zero
there are multiple options in closing one’s eyes to the world of the awake one is celebrating the joy of the illumination that pours in each new day as it has always been doing
Sunday, December 29, 2002
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
NOW I ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT
there has been a long period of silence prior to my writing this
during this time I have contemplated the reconciliation of concepts that have appeared before there was no existence of them
I made this up and now I actually believe it
one must listen to the muse and not speak through it
perhaps I realized this a long time ago and this labor of love is symbolic of that realization
this work preceded its existence
it’s part of an interconnected representation of an inner and outer way of letting things slide and coincide and getting it all down on paper
but the truth is it’s not going anywhere
I am still learning how to steer this vehicle and if you take a corner unctuously you can flip the whole thing over and all of its contents with it takes considerable strength to harmoniously break this silence without finding your one liners smeared aboard a discontinued model of wattage that luminaries are already planning their study of basic subjects
taking apart the pieces and putting them back together in a cinnamon scented hashish ball rolled down the stairs as I was running up them
careful to step on each of them
during this time I have contemplated the reconciliation of concepts that have appeared before there was no existence of them
I made this up and now I actually believe it
one must listen to the muse and not speak through it
perhaps I realized this a long time ago and this labor of love is symbolic of that realization
this work preceded its existence
it’s part of an interconnected representation of an inner and outer way of letting things slide and coincide and getting it all down on paper
but the truth is it’s not going anywhere
I am still learning how to steer this vehicle and if you take a corner unctuously you can flip the whole thing over and all of its contents with it takes considerable strength to harmoniously break this silence without finding your one liners smeared aboard a discontinued model of wattage that luminaries are already planning their study of basic subjects
taking apart the pieces and putting them back together in a cinnamon scented hashish ball rolled down the stairs as I was running up them
careful to step on each of them
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