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She Was So Old...
2003-02-05 - 1:07 a.m.


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The way I value people is different than the way Society values people.

Society doesn't.  Even if you are a cog in the 9-5 machine.  Especially if you are a cog in the 9-5 machine.  Unless you have a hundred million dollars, you're takin' it in the ass every day.

Its a cold hard world, and it will let you die in all its voluminous bounty and beauty.  Because we made it that way.  Daring to step forward, we are caught in the awkward steps of a toddler learning to walk.  Someday, these times will be recognized for their inequity and barbarism.

I understand why there is need and scarcity.  Its the way things have to be for this nook of reality to exist.  If knowing need and scarcity of resources were not a part of life, here would not be here, and would be Someplace Else.  Also, if you did not know need or scarcity, I would daresay that you would be God, rather than something like a disenfranchised extension of a continuous, yet subjective expression of One. 

There is nothing.  Realizing that may be enlightenment.

Nothing but Me?  Nothing but You? Nothing but Us?

Not even me.  Not even you.  Not even us?  Nothing.

There is no computer, there is no day, no night, no stroll through the snow.

Love is all.  Is all.  So important.  Philisophically, spiritually, one intrinsically knows this to be true.  Love is all.  We are all one.  We are all One?  In such, you and I and all this does not exist.  Is not real.

This...doesn't help.

 

"she was so old, her vagina had mice." -jeffery ross


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