attachment by any other name is more ignoble and sacred and the bitter sweet doom maybe—like pollen scattered by the know no thing wind, i am meant to dissolve meaning “attachment” by any other name is more ignoble and sacred and the bitter sweet doom
Speak for the real life
The human dilemna is substituting parts for wholes—or, atleast, mine—meddling holiness with loving soliquies concerning the human potential. My human potential. As to where to assign the antecedent, the receiptiant of love, is it wrong to be content with ‘whatever that is beautiful before me?’ If not, how do I convince them of my validity? My authenticity? This requires...
I’d like to start with an etymology of contradiction—because I think bigotry is a core element to the human experience. When I was younger, I was very offended by bigotry, but I decided to exchange overbearing self-righteousness for a sense of humor as a coping mechanism. I like it a lot better—it has allowed me to become amused by inconsistencies. contradiction late 14c., from...
fate in symbol
Again, I attempt to relinquish false idols. There are many ways to lose yourself. Too many ways—when my moments become a cramped space I need to escape, when I need to be reminded of my breath. These attachments I have to the wild world hinted through the inter networkings of humans, like me, but never precisely, can leave me mistaking the tool for the treasure, or even the treasure for the...