Being God
Uniqueness
I can hear the word
Uniqueness
I think it
In this fog, in this soft, warm and undefined sleepiness my eyes are heavy, my thoughts rapid and insistent.
Uniqueness
Stay with this word, with the sound. It tries to escape me, but it never runs too far, never too fast, flimsy and elusive like a silky thread in the wind – a light touch on my hand, a pressure, then I flex my fingers to catch it but there is nothing there, nothing to grasp anymore and yet, before I fall back into the dark softness, there it is again … mocking … tantalizing…. [click to continue…]
Our idea of what reality is determines how we relate with it:
In The Middle Of Life by Tadeusz Rozewicz
After the end of the world after my death I found myself in the middle of life I created myself constructed life people animals landscapes this is a table I was saying this is a table on the table are lying bread a knife the knife serves to cut the bread people nourish themselves with bread one should love man I was learning by night and day what one should love I answered: man [click to continue…]
I have taken a vow, for myself and for the world.
The other day I watched a movie, a movie telling a story that dragged me back and forth through human trauma, through pain, suffering, sickness, delusion. A story that rubbed it in my face, shoved it down my throat and left me to die.
I left the theater in a daze, in a crowd of people laughing and speaking very loudly. Why were they laughing? There was certainly nothing humorous in that story.
I found my car, I got in. My hands were shaking, I was shaking. I was in shock, I realized, something terrible just happened to me and in my blank mind there was one question: why? And a thought: I will never, ever do this! [click to continue…] 
