part of the private institutions thing that took. more. then. a. month. to come out right...
[ oddly enough, kingdom hearts two and mission impossible three actually helped. go fig...]
The need for the illusions of power and safety are great. We crave power. Power comes from things that are not things. Or you can be fancy about it and call it something like "intangible". Blood and bone; that which is theoretically real, tangible and not like power--few things are, after all. Things we can touch, grasp at, grope for and pick away, these things begin us. Or make us less then what we'd be if we made ourselves. Holding us in places we'd never thought we'd go without them. We grasp at things that are not things, things that are not REAL in the way that the objects we can make are.
And they do things, things make us things to be, like time and old. We make our own objects that are not things. We make them to make us new. To be great, to be something that we define and desire, that we create and covet.
But we can't be new. We are held in place. We are what we eat, what we speak, what we do. We hold them like we hold on to time, like we can't go, because letting go is to die, and we don't know death like we know this, this moment.
The need for the illusions of power and safety are great. We crave power. Power comes from things that are not things. Or you can be fancy about it and call it something like "intangible". Blood and bone; that which is theoretically real, tangible and not like power--few things are, after all. Things we can touch, grasp at, grope for and pick away, these things begin us. Or make us less then what we'd be if we made ourselves. Holding us in places we'd never thought we'd go without them. We grasp at things that are not things, things that are not REAL in the way that the objects we can make are.
And they do things, things make us things to be, like time and old. We make our own objects that are not things. We make them to make us new. To be great, to be something that we define and desire, that we create and covet.
But we can't be new. We are held in place. We are what we eat, what we speak, what we do. We hold them like we hold on to time, like we can't go, because letting go is to die, and we don't know death like we know this, this moment.