| 6/14/2003 12:07:00 AM |
[ strange, bhikshu ]
diving is very cooly tangerine. when i'm underwater i get this eerie single-pointedness. not the clam...er.. calm kind, it just feels blank. once i get out though, and the droning of some far-off motor drowns out any potentially wince-inducing notes, i can sing my songs to the sea and be pretty happy. *shrug* ...so the dalai lama forced me to accept his viewpoint. i'm still not buddhist or anything. i'm just liking the immense clarity with which the bald guy just so happens to explain the whole idea of what religion and philosophy and worldview are supposed to be... yup, and i finally got a chance to sit and watch people pass by today. they all sounded so hurried. eventually i'll get around to writing something, as far as pommes and pies that is. i wonder how confusing my speech is. i don't intend it to be particularly so. i just talk differently sometimes because there're things which i see. and tangents are so appealing. maybe i think that just a word can trigger the same tangent in someone who's listening... gwah. elephants. i wish i could make people happy. and drop all of these pretenses which i use to individualize and protect my little world... darn you jung! oh well. see! that's why i need the dalai lama to balance out the jung. *refuses to think of the religious or psychological connotations of balance* yup, i'm still me. |
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