Thursday, October 24, 2013
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Island by Aldous Huxley
It's dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly.
Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you're feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.
I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it's the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even.
Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.
So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That's why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.
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it is this lightness i know i should have, but do not want.
Tuesday, October 08, 2013
can't think at all or be productive in this state.
give me the permission to break apart for a little while
no, hold yourself together.
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your absence is something i can only accept.
emotions are pointless. devastating. pointless.
Monday, October 07, 2013
Saturday, October 05, 2013
trust that they understand your odd thoughts, and vice versa. else you don't speak of them and assume you can still be great friends in other areas. people are so distant.