FrostedFlake -> RE: thanks for the dance. (1/13/2012 9:22:32 PM)
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A personal note to Heather. On the topic of the future. Long ago I noticed something. It caused me to write something down. I still have that scribbling that I sometimes call a poem. I have it because it seems to mean something to me. To everyone. You included. quote:
MESSAGE TO A FRIEND You are what you think. Not what you think you are, just, what you think. That miraculous spark behind your eyes is very much more you than the whole of your body. Sit. Close your eyes. Breathe. Observe. If nothing you truly see, then watch for a while. Try to imagine nothing watching you, but don't try hard. Is there an end to it? Look to the edge of nothing. Look around. This is where you are. You are the only one here. Look around long enough and you will learn to see what it is you are looking around ... with. Amazing. To me. That each could be as I see myself, if I see clearly. But, then, the way I see it is just the way I see it, See? So. What do you see? ==================== Clearly, if what I wrote has value, then I missed a trick. There are people who are not alone when they close their eyes. This doesn't make them less, or more. But it does make them different. And those people have to address that difference in some effective way. It may be that is what is happening now. For Bob. And for those who Bob also is. It cannot be fun and I have no envy. Neither do I have pity, for there is no call for that. Yet. I am instead sympathetic. And I have a suggestion. There are certain philosophies that hold that upon the end, our substance returns to the source it origated in. There are many ways to dodge saying just what this source is. I will not dodge. I think that source is, for lack of a better word, God. I think God created the Universe not, as so many seem to suppose, so we tiny and odd beings might fight and kill and die to prove which is the twue religion. I think God did it be cause he was all alone. Because he wanted company. Wanted someone to talk to. Someone to be with. Because he wanted to meet someone new and wanted to be surprised now and then. All of these things an omnipotent omniscient ever present being cannot because of his very nature do. But he can make these things possible, by changing the nature of his being. I subscribe to the notion that the universe was created to provide a space for God to live in. Not as a single all knowing being but as millions of billions of trillions of tiny fragments of himself, all over the universe. Each capable of what God is not. Each an individual in the company of others. Living a life. Making friends and enemies. Dreaming dreams, and sometimes dreaming other things. Sound familiar? I have a hard time believing I exist because someone fucked someone. I don't believe I am going to simply vanish when I leave this backward pile of rubble that fancies itself a planet. And I don't believe I will forever remain the person I am right now. I am already different from the person I was just last week. And so are you. I wouldn't be saying these things if I didn't think they directly applied to your situation. You probably already understand what I am really saying. But I am going to have to drive the point home in any case. I see the people in my world as little bits of God. Each of whom will eventually return whence they came. I see most of the people in your world as little bits of Bob. Each of whom will eventually return whence they came. Your situation is different. Of course. Radically. You are, or were, all one person. And you could be again. I think that is largely a matter of choice. Your choice. Suzes'. Cheries'. Hanners'. And the rest. And this choice might not be a bad thing. Bob has said that you have as much right to your lives as he has to his. This is something that looks remarkably like love. A lot of people do a lot of things for love, not all of them nice. Others live and die without ever feeling love, coming or going. But not you. You are surrounded by it. And also have it within. The saying is, if you love something set it free. If it comes back to you, it is yours. If it doesn't, it never was. You have been set free. But where do you belong? This is something to talk over with the friends you have. Along with, would you be any less yourselves as one? Would you be any less alive? And, in what way could you all be closer to one another? Naturally, I regret the presumption and apologize.
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