Finders Keepers; and Other Notes from the Field

Animals played Finders Keepers until implosion, including the ones hiding behind clothes.

Change each creature’s name to:
   survivor.

To understand élan vital was magical thinking was to understand the concern Nietzsche had for the day humanity realized en mass:
  there was nothing like a God whatsoever! It was the death of advaita, satsang, religious authority and any form of spiritual ideation.
It was a bomb set to go off.

I like watching birds and imagining each one is crazy.

Friend could become enemy and enemy could become friend. It was all about respect, or not, for the desire creating the tension.

Social shame was a fear those seeking liberation overcame.
It was like being thrown out of the gene pool.

Not having children was the only way to end genetic conditioning. It was an act of complete selflessness.

Those who had children often called those who don’t ever want them selfish. It was the only way to deal with the frustration at not being able to rethink the whole thing.

All talk about a body as a separate thing was nonsense.

My love language is touch. I received hundreds of positive words from beautiful, kind people around the world and not one has ever really landed.
It is really kind of funny when I think about it.

All this love just hanging there in sound, shaped for a different kind of creature than I.

I struggle with my own relevancy and I accept that. I won’t be confident all the time.

That’s just life.

ps/smoh