2006-10-19

I'm not sure any of us are meant to take on the diabolical in any other. How do you comfort the diabolical? Everthing in them becomes an iron hoop through you. You know what though? I'm not even sure I care. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm just so far in the unknown I have no idea what to know. I try to pretend. It's a bad habit. Enlightenment is useless.
It's a nice way of saying my ego thinks it is a super duper accomplishment.
You may be the extraordinary master of wisdom yourself, but there is no point in making other people feel miserable. An opinion of truth that makes sense, and wages war against anothers idea of truth is still a war. No matter who is right.
So, I'm going to try this. I'm going to put paper on the ground in the woods somewhere. I'm going to paint and draw on that paper. The bumpy lines can be like not knowing and my movements through brush and pencils can be like my useless attempts to make a smooth picture.
Then I can put into materialization what is going on exactly.
Something is going on but its all squiggly lines and water like paint splotches and I can't make out the picture.

I keep trying to tap blood out of thoughts.
diabolical.

Katrina at 12:37 AM

2006-10-19

I'm not sure any of us are meant to take on the diabolical in any other. How do you comfort the diabolical? Everthing in them becomes an iron hoop through you. You know what though? I'm not even sure I care. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm just so far in the unknown I have no idea what to know. I try to pretend. It's a bad habit. Enlightenment is useless.
It's a nice way of saying my ego thinks it is a super duper accomplishment.
You may be the extraordinary master of wisdom yourself, but there is no point in making other people feel miserable. An opinion of truth that makes sense, and wages war against anothers idea of truth is still a war. No matter who is right.
So, I'm going to try this. I'm going to put paper on the ground in the woods somewhere. I'm going to paint and draw on that paper. The bumpy lines can be like not knowing and my movements through brush and pencils can be like my useless attempts to make a smooth picture.
Then I can put into materialization what is going on exactly.
Something is going on but its all squiggly lines and water like paint splotches and I can't make out the picture.

I keep trying to tap blood out of thoughts.
diabolical.

Katrina at 12:37 AM