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we were many a golden child. not a care in the world
the daily quest for truth involved basking in the
sun, occupying porches for long periods, and
exploring the internal recesses of the mind.
The sun mingled with leaves, a pulsating
filigree of greens, yellows, and bright white light.
Valiant efforts in re-purposing the mechanical and
artificial into absurd or fascinating new forms were
not unlikely ventures.
Late nights pounding coffee while inhaling smoke,
to remind myself and quantify in tangible form,
the act
of breathing.
A life in deed, and thought. Despite all this bringing
us all a bit closer to dissosiation, joining of matter light
and energy... as if to spite oneself idle detachment forms...
an itch, becomes a rash
and our feeble humanity breeds discontent.
Sometimes in the guize of quests, and dreams...
so one is not expelled, but rather one leaps from the
garden... and sprouts wings. A leap into the sun we
try to harness its energy, speed the process.... grab
the deity by its balls.
then one find himself, 2 years later, seeking a comfort
more mediocre than one started with. Weve gained
scars, prized objects, gashes reminding us of our
uncompromizing struggle... yes i took a hit in my efforts
to toss away the mediocrety of comfort, i wear this scar with
pride... but pride is a monkey, and makes us such.
The arm chair, the warmth of drink, the bossom of family,
comforts... comforts we should not forsake....
farther from the start... do not pass go do not collect 500.
This is not regret... the sun remains, light still travels faster
than our skin flakes off... comfort still frightens, but it cradles as well.
It isnt forgotten that the leap was started by a critical mass, it had to be done,
the search isnt over... but we are not so big as we thought.
trees do not gorw on wind... light cannot travel faster than time.
the daily quest for truth involved basking in the
sun, occupying porches for long periods, and
exploring the internal recesses of the mind.
The sun mingled with leaves, a pulsating
filigree of greens, yellows, and bright white light.
Valiant efforts in re-purposing the mechanical and
artificial into absurd or fascinating new forms were
not unlikely ventures.
Late nights pounding coffee while inhaling smoke,
to remind myself and quantify in tangible form,
the act
of breathing.
A life in deed, and thought. Despite all this bringing
us all a bit closer to dissosiation, joining of matter light
and energy... as if to spite oneself idle detachment forms...
an itch, becomes a rash
and our feeble humanity breeds discontent.
Sometimes in the guize of quests, and dreams...
so one is not expelled, but rather one leaps from the
garden... and sprouts wings. A leap into the sun we
try to harness its energy, speed the process.... grab
the deity by its balls.
then one find himself, 2 years later, seeking a comfort
more mediocre than one started with. Weve gained
scars, prized objects, gashes reminding us of our
uncompromizing struggle... yes i took a hit in my efforts
to toss away the mediocrety of comfort, i wear this scar with
pride... but pride is a monkey, and makes us such.
The arm chair, the warmth of drink, the bossom of family,
comforts... comforts we should not forsake....
farther from the start... do not pass go do not collect 500.
This is not regret... the sun remains, light still travels faster
than our skin flakes off... comfort still frightens, but it cradles as well.
It isnt forgotten that the leap was started by a critical mass, it had to be done,
the search isnt over... but we are not so big as we thought.
trees do not gorw on wind... light cannot travel faster than time.