i call it sloughinglynn_pOctober 1 2006, 14:59:58 UTC
even when we stroll through molecules of air, our own esentially boundaryless beings are subject to the friction of simple movement. There is a concept for the state of zero resistance to one's external environment, I think it's Jain or Buddhist. Not certain. I'm not so sure, however, that given the excessive state of vibration all animate and inatimate beings exhibit, that this void of sloughing is possible, much less desirable. I kinda like the idea of being quantumly melded with the matress when I'm really tired, or subatomically aggregating with the partner when I'm horny. In lotsa cases, friction is a very good thing. I don't particularly mind bumping into a stranger on the bus and sensing that we've traded a small yet significant number of cells and spirit bits. For me it was Australian white wine, scotch and xanax. Oh yeah, and I'm still in total love.
Re: i call it sloughinglynn_pOctober 2 2006, 09:52:17 UTC
thank you for the clarification. now that i know this, perhaps i can seek out a practicing jainist and beg to be taught how to repolarize the process and fill in some of the acutely painful punctuated voids that plague my psyche. In the meantime, i'll simply stay on my sanity cocktail and reframe my point of view and not think of elephants or suicide.
read John Barth's "The Floating Opera" and "The End of the World." You might enjoy them.
In one of them (I forget which), the main character plans to kill himself because life is inherently meaningless, but then realizes that because of this lack of meaning, it makes no sense to kill himself either.
But either way, don't kill yourself, you are one of the few truly intriguing people I know.
who are you? you are not on my friends list but you shall be post haste. I always consider it a compliment when anybody gives a shit enough to comment. Have read barth...'giles goat boy' and 'lost in the funhouse' but i do not happen to have 'the floating opera' on the shelf. oh my, an excuse to go to the used book store.
gratitude for your vote of confidence. i grapple and vascillate on a daily (read hourly) basis, and suicide is something i live with but lotsa times would rather live without. i don't care what they say, sex and drugs help. and venting....always divulging, always bitching, always screaming, always emerging from a chrysalis of further development and a sociopolitical backlash toward survival.
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For me it was Australian white wine, scotch and xanax. Oh yeah, and I'm still in total love.
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In one of them (I forget which), the main character plans to kill himself because life is inherently meaningless, but then realizes that because of this lack of meaning, it makes no sense to kill himself either.
But either way, don't kill yourself, you are one of the few truly intriguing people I know.
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gratitude for your vote of confidence. i grapple and vascillate on a daily (read hourly) basis, and suicide is something i live with but lotsa times would rather live without. i don't care what they say, sex and drugs help. and venting....always divulging, always bitching, always screaming, always emerging from a chrysalis of further development and a sociopolitical backlash toward survival.
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