| 2/26/2005 11:47:00 AM |
[ all possibilities ]
heehee! my brother got into rice! that kid's awesome.
anywoo... my mind is jelly, and writing is pectin so... i've been thinking about truth and identity. they're very much related. i sort of agree with krishnamurti, who says truth is a pathless land and no one can tell you what truth is. and knowing who you are, the truth about who you are, seems along the same lines as that. people look so much outside themselves trying to find who they are, but it's always something in your blood, something in your unconscious mumblings. you just gotta take that faint pattern of mumblings and talk it into becoming your shadow. |
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| 2/07/2005 02:01:00 AM |
[ datta, dayadhvam, damyata ]
give, accept, control. Heh. TS Eliot is something else.
I've been having these strange dreams. Dreams I can't even begin to understand. They're making me feel like I'm at some sort of crossroads, like it's now or never. And at the same time I feel like I'm right back where I was 3 years ago, like I've just gone in a giant circle. People understand so little of each other, each in the prison of their own mind. I wish... I was wiser. |
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