Tag Archive: truth


To pool?…

To swim?…

To sink into the vast Nothing of the final change?…

To not end, but rather continue on to what I can’t imagine, for how long I can’t say, for why I dare not care to ask…

To wonder and wander beyond the falling leaves that casually dance through the air and discover a new dimension of being and a new definition of being and a new development of being and a new detention of being.

To what do we owe this unusual state of affairs that forces us to ask the question that compares “now” and the “what-if” of existence?

Why do we unlock the doors of truth with the keys of imagination that never curtail themselves from their unique and pivotal center of focus…

Why can’t we all be what we use to be: Children of simple discovery?
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Let us indulge

Let us indulge.
Let us allow ourselves to indulge.
The finer and basic aspects of our lifetimes require indulgence.
They wouldn’t be there otherwise.
Let us eat cake and, from the Earth, make a sacrifice to the lords of life.
It is not for us to decide whether or not we may survive.
So, therefore, let us enjoy what little cake we have before our mighty, short-lived stars explode and disperse.

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Hey.  Hey!
Whatcha got these days?
You feeling on the up,
on the mend?
But what’s that around the bend?
Oh- it’s that time again.
It’s Christmas come early, m’boy.
Oh, yes it is.
It’s the Big D, m’boy.
Oh, yes it is.
It’s the D-lightful,
D-lovely D of all D’s.
It’s Depression!
The celebrated razor’s edge of all human condition.
The looking glass, though distorted every which way we try,
shows us everything we never wanted to see but knew to be.
You want to know what I see?
Do you want to know what I see?
I’m asking you a question,
something worth some reflection.
See, the signs are all there,
all the time,
but everyone outside can’t see to the inside,
nor can you grasp the lift from the topside to the downside.
And the hardest fucking part,
which to you I will impart,
for soon I may depart,
is that I’m such a good liar and you’ll never know it
because I wear this, and that is what you’ll miss, for I’d hate if, rather, you had to miss this.
So be grateful and be selfish,
be happily employed,
be lovely and be kind,
and be so overjoyed
that the Big D never smashed
its ugly face into yours nor dashed
the great potential everyone thought you had.
This isn’t a plea for help- I’m beyond it.

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Be Sober

Be Sober.
Be sober?
I once heard to be always drunk (here) and that that’s all there was to it for it was the only way to make it through the day.
I don’t believe that.  I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.  I don’t want to believe that,
For there is something to be said about being sober.
Am I burdened, Charles Baudelaire?  Am I hell-bent on being burned, Charlie Bawdy-lair?
Now, now, now, you may look and say,
“Why the long disposition?  What’s this manner of inquisition?  When did I make this decision?  Who slandered me with this derision?
Where is the path to Righteousness and soulful exploration?  How do I find this lonely road to salvation?”
Are Wine, Poetry and Virtue what I should be aspiring to,
the only things to get me through my days?
Are there not other ways to get me through my days?
Do I need to look to the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock and everything under the sun to find the answers so that I may be not undone?
Fuck that.
I’ll look to myself.
I’ll look to my beautiful, sober reflection,
This 27 year old bag of memorable collections
Who has not, and will not, and shall not be a slave to anything, or anyone, at any time.
I will not be complicit to this woeful, spiteful, “mournful solitude” bullshit.
I will be sober.
I will be happy.
So here’s a salute to you, Charlie.
Be in tune.  Be in touch.  Be involved.  Be here.
Be drunk?
Be sober.

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I read this on seaworld.com just now:

Humans may encounter polar bears wherever human and polar bear habitats overlap. With loss of sea ice habitat, polar bears are shifting their habitat to land areas and humans may increasingly encounter polar bears as a result. This could be dangerous to humans since polar bears are large predators. Bear spray is a reliable defense and should be carried by people for protection in areas where they may encounter polar bears.

And this:

When not hunting, polar bears are often sleeping or resting. From July to December in Canada’s James Bay region, when lack of ice prevents seal hunting, a polar bear may spend up to 87% of its time resting.

I recall a time when I didn’t care about what went on around me.  That time has passed.  I find in the present time I feel certain amounts of anxiety and pressure that have only seemed to get stronger and stronger as the years have added up.  Why and what has caused this? There must be a root cause.  I’m not talking job, I’m not talking lady, I’m not talking image, and I’m not talking doubt.
I’m talking about the polar bear.

A polar bear!  Yes, indeed a polar bear has concocted this great and powerful bit of lunacy to permeate the walls of my psyche to the point of near omelet Genesis (you can’t make one of those without breaking some eggs and, here, my delicate psyche is the egg).

Certainly, a polar bear is a fierce creature, and one capable of great amounts of pain and suffering amidst its own pain and suffering.  Surely, the loss of habitat, the encroachment, the shifting weather patterns… yes, a polar bear can certainly lash out when it’s being cornered, when it lacks the civility needed to keep the peace and the prosperity with its fellow animals.  And this has been the case, and it will probably continue to be the case until the polar bear either sees itself for what it is, finds a new way of coexisting, or ceases to exist.

Cold hard facts, cold as the core of the disappearing ice shelf, but truth, as it were, for me.

Truth is a relative matter, for the experience held by one may not be, in its particular qualities that define the individual, a truth for any other.  Two people may see three fingers being held up, and another might see two fingers not being held up.  Those who see the three, also, will not experience the three exactly in the same way.  It’s absolutely, positively impossible, for how can two people with their own experiences, their own attributes, their own Limitations, experience the same event in the exact same way?

Nothing new, I would think, but something new to me.

I had a groundbreaking thought about reality once… it turned out Rene Descarte had had it about 375 years or so before I did.  However, I did not know Descarte existed when I had had it.  That made me feel warm and happy on the inside… like a polar bear on a good day.

Dzemma Ban.