Ever thought why a trivial thing can make my head spin? Ever thought my problem could be resentment because of lightness and insignificance of being? I am but one ..... Like a god I created my world .... but time was not of my creation .... everything I created was neath the sand in an hourglass .... I wish it were not bound by time ..... I am but one ..... and five others .... within ..... we have no without ..... we live the unbearable likeness of being .... shadows with no substance .... an obsession after the other .... a virtual attachment to the dwellers of an insane, intolerable, and indifferent universe .... recycled expressions .... borrowed lives .... reincarnated inherited sins ...... the burden I take on my shoulder might be a speck of the rock of Sisyphus ..... but it feels like it ... my sin is not as Oedipus's but my regret is enough to pluck my own eye .... when thy world is merely thine all the insignificant things magnify .... you hear the sand grains in the hourglass .... you hear your own heart beats .... you feel your breath seeking entrance to your chest as if to seek life within your lifeless body and death by its departure ..... everything will magnify when myself freezes before the choice between lust and value .... fail .... breathe .... and wish the six of us were six parallel lives embracing value and lust equally .... a life with all the attachments I have severed ... and a life with one attachment to myself ...... a life with faith and conviction walking as substance and shadow .....a life where being is more true and self evident than nothingness ..... where the mundane is less questionable than the magic ..... where I can't get more gnomic ..... a life with you .... and a life without you ...... will I get a chance to be before I am no more?
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
The Unbearable LIKENESS of Being
Episode 52
Ever thought why a trivial thing can make my head spin? Ever thought my problem could be resentment because of lightness and insignificance of being? I am but one ..... Like a god I created my world .... but time was not of my creation .... everything I created was neath the sand in an hourglass .... I wish it were not bound by time ..... I am but one ..... and five others .... within ..... we have no without ..... we live the unbearable likeness of being .... shadows with no substance .... an obsession after the other .... a virtual attachment to the dwellers of an insane, intolerable, and indifferent universe .... recycled expressions .... borrowed lives .... reincarnated inherited sins ...... the burden I take on my shoulder might be a speck of the rock of Sisyphus ..... but it feels like it ... my sin is not as Oedipus's but my regret is enough to pluck my own eye .... when thy world is merely thine all the insignificant things magnify .... you hear the sand grains in the hourglass .... you hear your own heart beats .... you feel your breath seeking entrance to your chest as if to seek life within your lifeless body and death by its departure ..... everything will magnify when myself freezes before the choice between lust and value .... fail .... breathe .... and wish the six of us were six parallel lives embracing value and lust equally .... a life with all the attachments I have severed ... and a life with one attachment to myself ...... a life with faith and conviction walking as substance and shadow .....a life where being is more true and self evident than nothingness ..... where the mundane is less questionable than the magic ..... where I can't get more gnomic ..... a life with you .... and a life without you ...... will I get a chance to be before I am no more?
Ever thought why a trivial thing can make my head spin? Ever thought my problem could be resentment because of lightness and insignificance of being? I am but one ..... Like a god I created my world .... but time was not of my creation .... everything I created was neath the sand in an hourglass .... I wish it were not bound by time ..... I am but one ..... and five others .... within ..... we have no without ..... we live the unbearable likeness of being .... shadows with no substance .... an obsession after the other .... a virtual attachment to the dwellers of an insane, intolerable, and indifferent universe .... recycled expressions .... borrowed lives .... reincarnated inherited sins ...... the burden I take on my shoulder might be a speck of the rock of Sisyphus ..... but it feels like it ... my sin is not as Oedipus's but my regret is enough to pluck my own eye .... when thy world is merely thine all the insignificant things magnify .... you hear the sand grains in the hourglass .... you hear your own heart beats .... you feel your breath seeking entrance to your chest as if to seek life within your lifeless body and death by its departure ..... everything will magnify when myself freezes before the choice between lust and value .... fail .... breathe .... and wish the six of us were six parallel lives embracing value and lust equally .... a life with all the attachments I have severed ... and a life with one attachment to myself ...... a life with faith and conviction walking as substance and shadow .....a life where being is more true and self evident than nothingness ..... where the mundane is less questionable than the magic ..... where I can't get more gnomic ..... a life with you .... and a life without you ...... will I get a chance to be before I am no more?
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