on waking up at 3:13 and the art of simulacra

[epiphanymonger]

I'm feeling pretty good this morning. I was going to say well, but good is better for now. Words are funny. This medium alone isn't enough. I wish I were trained in other mediums. To manipulate our air more than we do. It can be done. Little twitches, fingerings, thoughts are more powerful forces than ourselves. I'm reading about shrooms. As recommended. I need to start working on my papers. I didn't mean to wake up so late. But obviously I was tired. I feel rested though. I haven't slept so well in a long time. I just got sidetracked for about 30 minutes. That's always annoying when my sidetrack finally leads back to where I was--here--again, because my mind-state has changed and there is now here and what was here is not there and tables are turned and so the look of the cafeteria has been altered, reorganized. Intelligence has its costs and its benefits. Being human is great just the same, though. Ah, well this is fitting for what was before:

STORY WATER
by Rumi

A story is like water
that you heat for your bath.

It takes messages between the fire
and your skin. It lets them meet,
and it cleans you!

Very few can sit down
in the middle of the fire itself
like a salamander or Abraham.
We need intermediaries.

A feeling of fullness comes,
but usually it takes some bread
to bring it.

Beauty surrounds us,
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it.

The body itself is a screen
to shield and partially reveal
the light that’s blazing
inside your presence.

Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.

Study them,
and enjoy this being washed
wish a secret we sometimes know,
and then not.