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HARDEN UP
Dont look back lest you turn into a pillar of salt. Ach it's my Lot to ruminate -- not my fault that I was born with my eyeballs turned inward. The dangers are out there, mostly -- need to be guarded against them. where my innocence comes from. Maladaptive == I dont care.


True I have no interest in histrionic travelogues written with the masturbatory hand, the other one on a KFC chicken club looking up at some foriegn mountains. But the few people who know my name mispronounce it, which is part of the task ive assigned them -- to denature the Self that has floated on this set of bones for far too long already, which has been run out and is exausted - to burn it down, provide nourishment for something new and fresh.

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sitting next to another river drinking another serreptitious beer -- the spiritual equivalent of elevator music. ive never cared for simple pleasures once theyve revealed themselves as simple. the greatest satisfactions come out of struggle (fitz), and rationality has its place too if only to bootstrap you into something else.



NOTES
(a work in progress. why post it? because I'm lonely.)


If I'm to develop something new, ive got to be purposeful.

I see it clearly, though I dont know if you do. Every emotion is a shape with unique contours and hues. The concepts are late additions.

1. EMOTIONAL ALCHEMY, in every moment. always interact witht the things around you. Accept everything no matter how ugly and/or boring, and dont be scared. But simultaneously watch and learn.

metaphors/metonymy
the core, the string that accumulates crystals when the circumstances are right, the crystals that REFLECT reality, otherwise known as the human cerebral disease. Most metaphors/metonymy are derived from something solid. but now to:

2. USE WHAT'S UNEXPECTED (unexpected probably because it's useless), BUT STILL CLOSE TO SENSUAL REALITY -- for example: the color Yellow, the F note. And do not skip directly to common conceptual and physical mutually agreed upon reality. The F note doesnt sound like..a grain of sand...it sounds like something else that has no name and isnt present in physical reality, and then yet something else, and then...

How a new reality is created. flowers sprouting on the Dao..