Ridiculous thoughts...
Everything I do is a breach of my security. All I can really do is wait and expect things to start to be different before I can act upon anything. Sure, there is the equivalent of preventative medicine. However, I do not even know what is to ail me, leaving me with doubts on what methods to use. I can push all of the buttons that I know will upstart a withdrawl from anything I desire, but who is to say that it will not effect the things that I hold dear? Tacitus said that the Romans would make a desert and call it peace. Is nothingness serenity? Can one truly have any emotion about something that because it does not exist, it cannot be placed?
Nothing does not exist. To deny everything is to prove myself nothing. Milton: "To deny my existence is to prove yourself unknown." To deny my existence is to prove myself unknown. Can I ever know "me?" Can I understand who I am and still be me at the same time? Observing myself automatically changes myself in principle, therefore making myself a perpetual variable. Unless I am not observed? How would I then know that I exist as I believe I am if I have nothing to compare?
Myself: a paradox. I exist without measurabiltiy. A non-unit that is comprised of units. Several parts adding up to a nothing. A sum of hundreds that greater than the whole. As a point on a line, a line on a plane, and a plane in a cube, I am a definite placeholder that amounts to nothing compared to the whole. An infinite amount of me makes a something, but I am immeasurable. My beligerance alone makes the me seperate myself from the whole. My identity in its whole is my ego. My ego is my crisis. My crisis is my excommunicator.
An attachment to anything only reinforces my place as "being." A marker where milestones and achievements are not noticed. What I can do, how I can "become," are all that should matter. Are there influential outside roles that matter in my "becoming?" Surely, for me to create myself as the only importance would deny my influence upon myself as well, although "I" am the subject at hand.
Movement is the importance. Selective movement to gain a feel for the flow. As long as I do not remain unchanged, all is not lost.
Nothing does not exist. To deny everything is to prove myself nothing. Milton: "To deny my existence is to prove yourself unknown." To deny my existence is to prove myself unknown. Can I ever know "me?" Can I understand who I am and still be me at the same time? Observing myself automatically changes myself in principle, therefore making myself a perpetual variable. Unless I am not observed? How would I then know that I exist as I believe I am if I have nothing to compare?
Myself: a paradox. I exist without measurabiltiy. A non-unit that is comprised of units. Several parts adding up to a nothing. A sum of hundreds that greater than the whole. As a point on a line, a line on a plane, and a plane in a cube, I am a definite placeholder that amounts to nothing compared to the whole. An infinite amount of me makes a something, but I am immeasurable. My beligerance alone makes the me seperate myself from the whole. My identity in its whole is my ego. My ego is my crisis. My crisis is my excommunicator.
An attachment to anything only reinforces my place as "being." A marker where milestones and achievements are not noticed. What I can do, how I can "become," are all that should matter. Are there influential outside roles that matter in my "becoming?" Surely, for me to create myself as the only importance would deny my influence upon myself as well, although "I" am the subject at hand.
Movement is the importance. Selective movement to gain a feel for the flow. As long as I do not remain unchanged, all is not lost.