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First show tonight. So a dusk and a dawn have already come and gone. A small but huge step as what was but a dream slowly becomes undeniable reality. I have often argued this with myself, now that I thin, about it and to say that the music anyone makes isn't real is absurd. Just the act of playing makes it real and that would be fine with me except that I'm a mutant of society have all the same ulterior motives anyone does. Influence. The all-too-often unspoken desire to be known, and then loved, by everyone. Money; comfort. Never having thee thigns I now realize I feel entitled to them eventually. But then, what about my spiritual journey? The one that says, "Youdon't need any of this crap. Sell it all and take off down the road." Admittedly not very logical, but is that not the whole point of spiritualism? Or believing in imaginery concepts. Mathmeticians do this everyday. With that line it would be easy, almost natural, to conclude that spiritualism is math with no perspective; all relative workings with no point of reference.
Did you know that time isn't linear? Crazy.
And I step out of these walls I've known so long (have stepped out of) I feel a a slight, crystaline point of regret. After you've lived in loneliness, afraid and self-defeating for so long, would you not miss it too? But no, I have no qaurrels that I do not choose. "Got no qaurrels with Jah," you know. I've wasted so many shards of life in those dungeons made to look like palaces. Perfect Hell. Now, the only point of living is refinement of the life I have left -which is more than ample. I realized time isn't real. I beleived it and it became so to me. It's hard to imagine how many lives we live in one day, even one hour. How many voices in my head with ideas of all kinds as to where I should focus my energy; what I should try to fix. Existentialism only works when you have no options. If you cannot fix a problem, do nothing. Which is alot like losing a tooth and not poking your tongue around in there. Doesn't happen. Stop trying to fix anything is what I finally concluded. However, science offers a different outlook: There is always an option.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
Did you know that time isn't linear? Crazy.
And I step out of these walls I've known so long (have stepped out of) I feel a a slight, crystaline point of regret. After you've lived in loneliness, afraid and self-defeating for so long, would you not miss it too? But no, I have no qaurrels that I do not choose. "Got no qaurrels with Jah," you know. I've wasted so many shards of life in those dungeons made to look like palaces. Perfect Hell. Now, the only point of living is refinement of the life I have left -which is more than ample. I realized time isn't real. I beleived it and it became so to me. It's hard to imagine how many lives we live in one day, even one hour. How many voices in my head with ideas of all kinds as to where I should focus my energy; what I should try to fix. Existentialism only works when you have no options. If you cannot fix a problem, do nothing. Which is alot like losing a tooth and not poking your tongue around in there. Doesn't happen. Stop trying to fix anything is what I finally concluded. However, science offers a different outlook: There is always an option.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.