i want to get out.

like a wind up against a wall, pushing harder and harder.

you know, i think about a lot of things. this is obvious to those of you who read my blog all the time, but i'm just sitting back and think about how i think about things ( Read more... )

i'm looking outside at the trees i write so much about and suddenly i see the voluptuous bust of a woman.
this is like cloud watching.
and maybe i have a few too many horomones in my blood. i didn't take any pills. honestly.

writing is an art.

an art were i could write a paragraph, say, and that paragraph could span and hour of what i see outside. like drawing a still life. i could write a still life, too. i would love to see what the english teachers would say to that. and what's cool is that while i may write about the objects in a single hour, i could then write ( Read more... )

music: Hildegard Von Bingen, reinterpretation by Richard Souther, "Living Light Instrumental ( Read more... )

i want to go back to the museum to see rothko ( Read more... )

things are based at the human center, if that makes sense.

if we connect to inner source, we connect to sources that are constant for people. this is why Aikido works, for instance. it's also why art works. at deep levels, we begin to fade into one and become the same.

and in this, there is control.

i'm building websites like crazy nowadays ( Read more... )

christianity is* the religion of the conquered, not the conquerers.

*should be

things are happening.

i'm going to bed now. in the past few weeks i've begun to love sleep. i don't know why.

it's like falling into a mystery. or the etherworld of my life. i'd be content to sleep forever, and let those moments, with her, dissolve and become eternity.