.PF CHANGS.

[i_just_float]

Words of ebony are all I know

Enlightenment

Is the popular goal

To those not chosen

My words are bewildering

But to those with a third eye

My words are a mantra

Experience is what opens thine eyes

I know that love is not

But an operation of chemicals

Fighting to make order out of chaos

A stranger

Yet a seer

I dare not pierce thine heart you see

It is you that

Comments

[roblayton]

"I know that love is not
But an operation of chemicals
Fighting to make order out of chaos"

I like how you identify love as an operation of chemicals, as if even seemingly random processes have a method or purpose.

The third line of this set made me think a little bit, because people in love fight to make order out of chaos. By associating this characteristic with love itself, it it inherent to the process of love, not the human being. But because this nature is reflected in the actions of human beings in love, the question is are we at the mercy of our chemical processes? Are we just a vessel for them or do we control them?

[i_just_float]

it depends what "self" we are "in" at the moment.

i, am mostly, at the mercy of my chemical processes, then when i realize it, i attempt to control them, but i always give in to my emotions, whatever they are.

you should know, that i'm not a romantic sap, but i am EMOTIONAL.

[roblayton]

Yeah? I wouldn't have pegged you for emotional, even. I need to be numb, right now.