from dec 16th, 2009
was thinking of how we hold our lives together in moments, in separate little balls of time that we can hold out from ourselves and view. we dress those moments up with association, coddle them in wrappings of familiarity. rarely do we leave them raw. would the nakedness of a moment not clothed in self cause us to shrink? haha, our selves are such illusion anyway, our lives held up by streamed together thought that can be had by anyone.
we are what we ‘think’ we are. so if i don’t think, if i let the wrappings fall away, will i become the bare branches moving to the wind? do the branches become the wind? do they share a symbiotic relationship unknown to ego? does the tree even see me? do the tree branches and the wind notice my curiosity, do they together turn and look? do they want to be me as i think of being the tree? or did i make them up, and any separation is nothing but the wrappings i buried myself within?
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