Wheels and cycles.
Jan. 24th, 2004 04:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7PIG - [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
"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
