"Are you living in the real world?"
Jan. 24th, 2004 06:51 pmRasputina - [Trust All-Stars]--- Take what you want from this life. Take only what appeals, and what denotes as True. Never look upon another's way with respect and the will to learn. Close yourself down, and shut yourself off, from everything that can teach you anything, because that makes it the easiest kind of easy. There is no struggle, no indecision, no muddied waters. Only what you know to be right and what you know to be wrong. Refuse, with your whole heart, to understand a view that it different, from your own, and slot it in the category of "Wrong," because it Is Not Yours. Do this, and never think. Never consider that this is what you are doing, because that thoguht, alone, could start down a dangerous path of discovery, of self-doubt, and a mode of the most frightening thing of all, your Change.
So no, never consider; never whisper wonders to yourself at night, and contemplate the nature of reality as something flimsy, like elastic tissue paper, and wet. Clinging stretching, fraying at your points of pressue. Sliding along your skin in a way that promises to know you and be with you forever, and sing to you sweetly, as a differnt kind of internalisation of Truth, where yours is yours, but theirs is theirs, and ever the twain shall meet. Never hear that sound of steps, and dragged sweet steel, dark and gleaming your brilliance back at you, willing to do this again, and again, until you get to the points where you need to be, because it loves you. Because it knows you, and knows that, deep down, in the centre of your soul, you know you, too. More than anything else ever could. (Book of Love - [Boy (Extended Mix)]). Never hear the sound of understanding annihilation, and the throwing yourself through the void to something new.
Never Contemplate Beginnings. Never Admire Surroundings. Never Understand Endings...
May it bring you what it brings.
So no, never consider; never whisper wonders to yourself at night, and contemplate the nature of reality as something flimsy, like elastic tissue paper, and wet. Clinging stretching, fraying at your points of pressue. Sliding along your skin in a way that promises to know you and be with you forever, and sing to you sweetly, as a differnt kind of internalisation of Truth, where yours is yours, but theirs is theirs, and ever the twain shall meet. Never hear that sound of steps, and dragged sweet steel, dark and gleaming your brilliance back at you, willing to do this again, and again, until you get to the points where you need to be, because it loves you. Because it knows you, and knows that, deep down, in the centre of your soul, you know you, too. More than anything else ever could. (Book of Love - [Boy (Extended Mix)]). Never hear the sound of understanding annihilation, and the throwing yourself through the void to something new.
Never Contemplate Beginnings. Never Admire Surroundings. Never Understand Endings...
May it bring you what it brings.
Dammit...
Date: 2004-01-24 06:33 pm (UTC)Poophead.
Re: Dammit...
Re: Dammit...
Date: 2004-01-24 06:45 pm (UTC)Re: Dammit...
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Date: 2004-01-24 09:14 pm (UTC)And is there no hell worse than unending, eternal, unchanging, existence?
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Compassionate Hatred and Loving Cruelty.
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Date: 2004-01-24 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Bah. We all learn something, eventually.
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Date: 2004-01-25 06:40 am (UTC)What brought this on?
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All of the above.