no jokes about swords
Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn't. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other will make you curse your life. One makes you strong; the other weakens you.
-Don Juan, literary avatar of Carlos Castaneda
What I must avoid: losing myself in the machine, becoming the purpose of the tools that I learn to employ.
The most dangerous trap to subversive do-gooders is success. Confidence and stability. The system to be co-opted becomes so familiar.
So understandable.
And this is the achilles' heel of any will to power, because humans are inextricably connected.
The solstice is coming, and with it I inter all of my disappointment.(More a function of style than faith) I fell back on my disappointment, familiar jaded despair, as an ally during a state of transition. The bittersweet comfort of mourning. So my long time companion, my moribund darling sense of tragedy, I'm about to say farewell. Where you fall by nature, I must rise. But never forgotten, it's just that
your body is now
too cold
to lie next to.
Someone asked me today who I take care of. I didn't have an answer to that.
Essentially feathers and glue.
More or less a fiery ball of challenge to level at the world.
Hey, it's the same old hero plot over and over. So says Carl Jung, at least.
Hopefully I won't keep falling for the dragon by mistake.
But damsels in distress are just so boring!
Wanted: vegetarian dragon or fire-breathing damsel.
And now, to make room for other archetypes to play, it's time for the hero to go gallivant off to nondescript distant lands to do nondescript gallant deeds, until some worthy opponent arises.
-Don Juan, literary avatar of Carlos Castaneda
What I must avoid: losing myself in the machine, becoming the purpose of the tools that I learn to employ.
The most dangerous trap to subversive do-gooders is success. Confidence and stability. The system to be co-opted becomes so familiar.
So understandable.
And this is the achilles' heel of any will to power, because humans are inextricably connected.
The solstice is coming, and with it I inter all of my disappointment.(More a function of style than faith) I fell back on my disappointment, familiar jaded despair, as an ally during a state of transition. The bittersweet comfort of mourning. So my long time companion, my moribund darling sense of tragedy, I'm about to say farewell. Where you fall by nature, I must rise. But never forgotten, it's just that
your body is now
too cold
to lie next to.
Someone asked me today who I take care of. I didn't have an answer to that.
Essentially feathers and glue.
More or less a fiery ball of challenge to level at the world.
Hey, it's the same old hero plot over and over. So says Carl Jung, at least.
Hopefully I won't keep falling for the dragon by mistake.
But damsels in distress are just so boring!
Wanted: vegetarian dragon or fire-breathing damsel.
And now, to make room for other archetypes to play, it's time for the hero to go gallivant off to nondescript distant lands to do nondescript gallant deeds, until some worthy opponent arises.