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.
Things come to me and it’s impossible to manage them all.
Every time I think something is important, and that I must “file it away” — hours later, it’s gone with the wind — just to leave me alone in the desert, once again.
I’ve never heard a satisfying definition of love until hearing Charles Eisenstein describe it as the expansion of self to include another, or “the other” — and the opposite of fear.
At the end of the day, love is just a word that represents an idea.
There’s an inexplicable feeling that continues to arise in my life. A running theme.
And I’m not quite sure how to explain it.
Nor do I think explaining it to myself or another would do any good.
Trying to relay a message often distorts it.
Why waste a moment when you cannot know where it will lead?
This statement is made in response to two judgements: one that considers not “using” the moment as a waste — and one that says this moment will not lead where I want to go.
The thing is done for something.
The truth lies in what this something really is, versus what you believe it to be.
The two must be contrasted.
If you tell me it’s to get somewhere, I will tell you it’s to satisfy the need to get somewhere.
Perhaps the most valuable side effect of pursuing self-mastery is that you quite literally begin to see that which others do not.
Having been where another is, and having transcended it by way of understanding, one is able to understand the other with brilliance.
The moth don’t care when he sees the flame
He might get burned, but he’s in the game
And once he’s in, he can’t go back
He’ll beat his wings till he burns them blackThe moth don’t care if the flame is real
‘Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and anger and desperationNo, the moth don’t care if the flame is real
The Moth & The Flame – Les Deux Love Orchestra
What is your intention?
An incessant buzzing.
Trite nonsense, spinning, and weaving,
Identified as foe rather than friend, in its 4am callousness.
Two hours of sleep yesterday, four hours of sleep only now.
To awaken to such irrelevance: it almost seemed malicious.
The world, and its people, are ignorant.
Your family and friends, in truth, only care about themselves.
They will hide from this truth by employing a multitude of excuses and justifications, in attempts to appear virtuous or “good”.
But at the end of the day, virtually everything done is born of ego.
Human beings are silly creatures.
All too often we assign value to the valueless, and to a surprising degree, the detrimental.
Like children, we see another’s desire for something, and immediately react in a knee-jerk like fashion, “deciding” we want it for ourselves.