I am not a pipe.
But we have to live in the microcosm that we call "ours" using the sounds we call "language" by the matter we call "food" We just have to. must. have to. So nothing really means anything, so what? Its true that everyone has some grasp of the feeling of "who the hell am i that i can really make a definitive statement about anything or anyone"
It is also true that at some point you have to make yourself a god, you have to record and rerecord and revise and sing blues and put a beat to it, and express for all that you have because this is the most powerful thing we can do, is to relate.
Cee lo green has to belt it somewhere in a studio in atlanta because he needs to. Becuase somebody somehwere must get paid. Because soembody somewhere told him to. Because he has to assume that he is a deity for those seconds, it must be done. Because someone in china needs to hear him scream that he's crazy over a cherry blossom, and because it has to keep moving. It just has to. so there.
ripple.ripple.ripple.
effect.
Everyone is just fucking around trying to find what "it" is anyways.
"I found it! Its Bhudda!"
"No i found it! its jeruselem!"
"NO NO NO its art!"
"its science!"
"its me!"
"its food!"
"its survival!"
"It isnt!"
"it is!"
I think "it" is just futile, because there is no map. There is no fucking map, just do what you like, find beauty in it.
I think people are largely dissatisfied with "it" because they think It is supposed to be something in particular, like they are supposed to have a manual that they somehow didnt receive. It is. It isn't. It's everything.
Here it is, enjoy it or dont enjoy it or throw it away or whine about it, but here it is, its all yours.
And you can do whatever the hell you want with it. Thank goodness!
Were so in it, happy trails.
j.
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i see you mei mei... ga ma? xiao xiao pengyuo hern piao liang.
1 comment:
once again, your words have brought me to tears. because they're just so exactly what I'm feeling right now, what I need, what I want to know that I'm not alone in. they're words that I can't get out like that, damn it, and they boil inside me. thanks for the release of things that I hadn't found the words for until you opened my souls gate by putting them out there yourself. there is something raw, and beautiful in it's imperfections and yes, ugliness, in the fact that people, him and her, and those folks over there, and you and me - that we can connect by a raw feeling of the same desires, and wants, and confusion, and being a speck in the universe that ran into another speck. That there was interaction in the midst of chaos and confusion and the floating about that just bewilders me at times. Sometimes I feel so small. And then I hear someone else, someone who might feel a bit small too, because let's face it, we are just recognizing the actually of where we stand in the grand scheme...and you know what - the fact that we both see these things, makes us, in our chunk of everything, a bit bigger. We somehow mean more, or feel more, because it is "us" instead or "I" - because it is "both" instead of "alone".
Maybe "it" is connection. Regardless, for all it may be worth, and let's face it, it's worth what we assign to it (and I assign it a great deal) - I love you.
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