Flame

My love is like a sun for you,
To warm you, melt you, let you free:
It lights on every one for you
And what it melts returns to me.

Wax

My love is like a fuel to you,
You burn me up to fire your sun:
I only could be cruel to you
To stop the way my love would run.

WickI am the thread that comes between ( Read more... )

". . . a logical machine following definite rules may never come to a conclusion. It may go on grinding through different stages without ever coming to a stop, either by describing a pattern of activity of continually increasing complexity, or by going into a repetitive process like the end of a chess game in which there is a continuing cycle of ( Read more... )

. . . or rather, the reactions of the dudes administering them.

About a year ago: "Oh wow dude, you're *really* tense."

A few days ago: "Man, you're like the loosest, most relaxed guy ever."

This would seem to validate a lot of decisions made in the interim.

Indra half-joked the other day that if we were constrained to speak only truth, nobody would say anything at all. Inaccurate like most humor, but one gets the point ( Read more... )

I figured as much, but it's nice to finally see something dispositive.

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Since January I've been in the most perfect romantic relationship of my life. My days are spent doing whatever I want; in the evenings I get paid to cook and goof around. I've been connecting more with the people around me that lift me up and disconnecting from people that pull me down. I'm happy ( Read more... )

". . . unless the organism can feel pain, it cannot withdraw from danger, so that the unwillingness to be able to be hurt is in fact suicidal, whereas the simple retreat from an occasion of pain is not."
-- Alan Watts, Nature, Man and Woman (p. 89)

I just realized that for the first time in a long time, there are no major pressures or obligations in my life. I can't describe how liberating this feels.

Speak to her heart!
That manic force
When wits depart
Forbids remorse.

Dream with her dreaming
Until her lust
Seems to her seeming
An act of trust!

Do without doing!
Love's wilful potion
Veils the ensuing,
And brief, commotion.

-- J.V. Cunningham, "Ars Amoris"

"Those who make the mistake of thinking in terms of a first cause are fated never to become men of science. . . . We shall never succeed in changing our age of iron into an age of gold until we give up our ambition to find a single cause for all our ills, and admit the existence of many causes acting simultaneously, of intricate correlations and ( Read more... )