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the charges are set. soon i will detonate the dam that was built around my mind. the destruction wont come from the explosion, but from the waiting water. Potential energy, potentially. i wait, though, to let these last bits of runoff fill the reservoir. i will be waiting in my plastic raft in the artificial lake, ready to paint the walls of the canyon when the dam blows so everyone will remember how high the water was when i washed through them.
the greatest tragedy in spiritual life is to be immersed in unreality. and when my wave of water carries me to the sea, i will know if i was really alive. will i be free or just in a giant reservoir.
or maybe i was free all along. everything is wasted, everything is vanity.
the greatest tragedy in spiritual life is to be immersed in unreality. and when my wave of water carries me to the sea, i will know if i was really alive. will i be free or just in a giant reservoir.
or maybe i was free all along. everything is wasted, everything is vanity.