the other side

[hollowlies]

Yesterday I was walking through downtown boulder and on the other side of the medium are two cars stopped in the middle of the street and the man in the second car(the one behind) is reaching into the drivers side of the first car and punching or pulling, there is an obvious violent physical altercation going on. I look around and notice two other

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[fallingsilvers]

first of all, thank you again for this. from my experience, perhaps more healing and more stimulating than any drug, philosophy, or 'knowledge', i have found to be an existence in the Stillness and Silence of Nature and walking amongst all of her exquisite order and brilliance...Because in that Silence, there is a kind of freedom that i found, one that anybody can experience if he/she is willing to truly listen and willing to see with eyes anew. it is Nature, truly wide open and unfortified spaces, i believe, that is the element we and all of the rest of bounded civilization will always, and indefinitely, lack...it is an element with an effect that is immune to explanation or a finite 'understanding' as we currently define the word. it is immune to even generalization... rather, it is a fleeting moment, a momentary sense, the hairs that would stand up on the nape of our neck, that they recognize the unity and a calming that we can individually, and connectively, experience in such a true state of being and pure bliss. and again, if only for a brief moment in time would we even be consciousness of such power in such Stillness. but time, as we measure it, doesn't exist, and so that minute might be more likely a dream minute, where the seconds last for an eternity as they are of an energy quality unmeasurable to our such limited and pathological understanding of the real elegance that exists in and of the universe.
but, this is my short take. i don't think the cure lies in 'sobriety' at all! are you kidding. i must be selfish because i want ecstacy all of the time, even if it has so be the weepy fleeting kind. the problem with the chemically induced ones, is that they eventually come down. and even if i do want that life full of beauty and magic, i know the elf would still stare at the foot of my bed and the taste still metallic beneath my tongue. but, there is i think, out there, indeed, one that flows from an infinite source, and yet it is never the same twice....
but this is my short take...i will think more and address my journal.

[targetmarket]

ahhhhh staring elf (dun dun dunnnnnnn dun dun dun [acoustic guitarish]) ... stara-yuuuu.

[fallingsilvers]

may 11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!