Cold, calculated, direct attempts to cut to the heart of the matter, no matter the subject. A wealth of madness: zero methods. Follow along, if you can.
A being comes to another and asks, “How to be?”
A being laughs and groans.
If a being asks how to be, is he not ignorant of his own being?
He has likely discarded his own being long ago.
A selfish god wouldn’t make a very good one.
Good to who?
Primarily itself.
If it were selfish, it would experience the exquisite array of all the pains life has to offer.
Pain is pain.
But it’s an entirely different animal when it lives in existential terror.
Everything must return to its source in due time.
A clean slate is a wonderful thing.
One may build from the scaffolding of that which previously came.
But to enter into a situation full of preconceived notions, opinions, prejudices and expectations, limits the situation entirely.
Your mother has it.
Your father has it.
Your sister, brother, uncle and cousin have it.
They all have it.
Even you have it.
The sixty-year-old man says, “Don’t worry, I’m not dying.”
And so he wastes his life.
One of my greatest fears used to be being controlled. Whether by an individual, a group, a state, or anything external to my sovereignty as an individual.
I got wind of the fact it was indeed I who controlled myself and my living experience several years ago.
I have been disaffected for several years now.
Have you ever noticed that when people say things, they’re saying it to themselves?
There is no conversation. It’s a battle. A battle with their mind.
True conversations only happen once in a blue moon.
There’s an ever-watchful eye in your life, but who’s is it?
Not yours. And its judgements it makes are not your own.
Even after having read the previous sentence, it will begin to tell you the story of this problem, and how you need to fix it.
Reputation. Let’s talk it.
A reputation has no benefit to a person other than that which is measurable. I’m talking dollars and cents. Forget being liked. Forget looking perfect for the sake of being considered so. Where is the utility?
Life lived in limbo — what’s the opposite?
Not stopping. Not getting hung up.
Not falling victim to a mind that gets stuck on any one issue, as this getting stuck is fatal.
How could it not be when time itself is the lifeblood of life, itself.
I don’t need hope.
Why would I regulate what I can have now to hope?
Maybe it’s because I haven’t considered what I have now as much as I should have.
To drop into a senseless void to make sense of it all.