Monday, April 30, 2007

Death's Supermarket

Death moves among us, picking and choosing, whoever it may be. The most I can hope for is to challenge myself to live well and strong. To not be a burden or to conflict with anyone else's happiness. It is fleeting, this life, this time we have here.

More thoughts

The forever of tommorrow goes through the songs of today to find us here alone on a ship bound only for death. We are all on this ship, this Mother Earth and we must not separate ourselves from each other. It only leads to more alienation.
Accept them even though they do not accept you. My Golden Rule.


I was going through an old journal last night and came across some aphorisms, some I wrote and some from others. At some point I am not sure which are which.

Every day holds a new opportunity to break the chains of normalcy.
When a mark of concern by a stranger is touched by genuine worth it seems to be a miracle.
A meeting of minds can be as intimate and intoxicating as a meeting of bodies.


The drought and fires continue in south Georgia and gardening seems almost futile.

Continuity as a paradox
Disparity is the norm while there runs a current of perception that continuity is true, in reality disparity is the true order of existence, a notion or perception (lie) by governing organizations tends to accept and portray this, as does mass media by confirming continuity. Only through disasters does the perceived continuity crack and reality is shown to be a disparate world.

Non-governed by rigidity, one can move in and out of and belong to more than one set.
What price freedom? No freedom.
How do we rationalize one moment of waiting, waiting to live.