Wheels and cycles.

[wolven7]

PIG - [Prime Evil]--- Ka. Destiny. Existence. Life. Whatever. It's cyclical. There is birth, from seeming nothingness, and a sustained state, in life, and then a death and a return, to that "nothingness," unknown. On the wheel are things like bicycle rides, and kisses, pets and property, and mothers, fathers, and every other conceivable kind of family. Drinking, drinving, smoking, kicking, being kicked, forgetting, remembering and loving. It doesn't ever really End, in the eyes of most people, unless they thinkg that this life is all you get, so best make the most of it, whatever it is, and is taht really so wrong?

"You got what everyone gets. You got a lifetime." And that's so sad, sometimes, the subjective length of existence. Sustained, infinitely, through seconds, or years, or eons. And what are you going to do, when it's over? Demand more? You got eternity, in the now. And, really, i think we know that, when we live it. When we're done living it, i mean. I've been drinking. I may not be the clearest. There is so much, in all of this that, from the perspective of the continuing, seems ultimately unfair. There's something removed, and ripped away, and i{t} hurts. But, on a level, we knew it would happen, try as we might to deny and remove each other from it. It is, at this point, an inevitability. There is nothing that can alter it, save the drive ot alter it, and beating it. (Marilyn Manson - [Cryptorchid]). But, then, what's the point?

If we continue forever, how do we ever appreciatewhat we have? Had. Will have. Whatever. It doesn't mean anything, at that point, and it's All sustaining. Creation, Preservation, Destruction. They all give meaning to each other, so that we may look and see that they Are, and Will be, and appreciate what they are, and why. We get tired. We hurt. We move on. That is not to say that all life is purely pain, with solace only in death. Quite the opposite, really. (Oingo Boingo - [Dead Man's Party (Party 'til You're Dead Mix)]). Death happens. It's the way it is. Forgive my winamp; it sees a theme, and it runs with it. Neither it, nor i, mean to be insensitive.

We are trying, some of us, to make sense of it all. The seeming unfairness, and the removal. It hurts. Feeling it, for weeks, in advance, months. It doesn't make it hurt less, rahter it pierces that much more. But we accept... or try to.. and we move on...

Stacy Leigh, this is to the you that i barely knew, and won't, now. Any you i know, from this point on, is different. You were and are much loved, and you are and will be much missed.

Dream Well

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[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Thanks... It was the only thing i could think to do, that wouldn't seem weirdly hollow, for me...

The wor(l)ds in my head

[mendori.livejournal.com]

"The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and go"
"The world has moved on."
The Tower is the axel, the beams are the spokes, the Rose is the hub, around which the world turns.
"The room at the top of the Tower is empty."
"Bugger it, milinium hand and shrimp...I told em."
"Thus the wheel of karma continues, on and on and on, creating and recreating."

The universe is a clockwork universe, but it is slowly winding down. Only Ka drives us now. Ka, Karma, Kizmet.

Re: The wor(l)ds in my head

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Quoth Eddie Dean: "Ka-ka." Personal revelation. Drive, will, the envisioning of the universe, and certain things you refuse to let yourself Not Do. That's how i see Ka. Part of it, anyway.

"Things just happen. What the hell." - Didactylos, "Hogfather," Terry Pratchett

Re: The wor(l)ds in my head

[mendori.livejournal.com]

Create the world through action and reaction. That's karma. Create the universe with will, or willfulness, or unwillingness.

The Will and the Word.

Re: The wor(l)ds in my head

[wolven.livejournal.com]

That's about right yeah. But this is, if not off topic, then addressing it from an angle i'd rather not.

Too tired.