Conflict of a Conflict

Son, accept the facts
This is a table that sits dead in it's track

Father, this world is magic
The table used to be a very different fabric

Son, you will die one day
Become dirt and all you are will vanish away

Father, I am immortal
Death to me appears as an orgasmic portal

Son, play by the rules
This is how things are, think otherwise and you are a fool

Father, I am tomorrow
I am right now, more powerful than yesterday's sorrows

Son, you are selfish
Always stirring your priorities towards what you relish

Father, I am me
Walking the earth in my nature does not make me guilty

Son, I love you my boy
No matter how disillusioned, you are a joy

Father, I am you
To know who I am, with you I must argue

The Asymptote Who Is: The continuing story(ies)

This post picks up from a previous blog entry.

The line known as It continues to learn and teach that everything is One, and that everything is connected. The line known as It is one with reality and reality with It.

It's story didn't have to unfold the way it did.

And upon transcending line-time, even space-time, It eventually ran into a perspective broader yet. This place which exists in It's mind in the form of a metaphor was a view from nowhere. Here, where It now lies in our story, are the paths not taken, and yet to be taken.

What does it mean to It? What does it mean to us? What exactly am I talking about?

What are the paths we choose, what are the paths we could have chosen towards fun... suffering... Love?

Tune in next time for the next time.

Impatient vs Patient Me

Acknowledge what happens to you, what is in front of you. Give it a wink.. and it becomes one with you.

The more things that become one with you, the more you become one, the more you become whole. The good and the bad... not good vs. bad. Good people aren't nessesarily whole people.

-----... wait..

~Don't things get boring?.. after a while.
There's a lot to explore..
~But even then.. eventually right?
You can always stir the pot if you want... or make a new pot within this one... where do you think this one came from?

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~Has Carbonated become my venting ground?
Well what isn't?
~I suppose.. just wish I knew what I'm going through makes sense.
Oh... you're one of those.

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How do I say what I feel.
~You're doing it right now... best you can with what you got.
But others may not feel what I feel.
~Why do they have too? Isn't you being you enough?

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La lalalala la la la ba rum bum bum
~That's better

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Ahh, here I am
~Tango with the cam
I've been oh so overdosing
~On overdosing
So now I return
~It's how you learn

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If I smile, then I'm happy
~Okay... why is it you hate me?
Hey... it's me!
~Horse before buggy, cause/symptom. Not that one is the cause of the other in a linear sense... one is derived from the other.
You didn't need to say that...
~Hey... it's me!

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~Say something from the heart

I feel my stiffness and hidden quickness in my bones
I'm tired of being tired, of being wired when I'm alone

Haven't I been here before, on this shore of my mind
~Your mind, your mind, always thinking thoughts unkind

:-P
~;-)

I've been blinking and thinking instead of rowing
But now that I remember, that twilight September, again I'm going

It's a jingle jangle, get your tongue tangled, kinda hip hop
It's a bobble wobble, good kinda squabble, a fight you can't believe you fought

Taking aim this time around, forced me to have found the bearings and the sights
~Pull the trigger already, it's not just confetti that you will light

It's 2:10 interwebs... goodnight!