Prospects
Out of here.
First step. Yes, out of here.
How? Car? If not car, what to do with Meo? Sell? Gift? Unsure. Hoping to find a happy channel for all.
Then... where to? Perhaps more importantly... what to do? Live the Life. Yes, almost axiomatically. But anything beyond that? Anything specific? Meta-question.... will I ask myself the specifics of what to do?
I've found impromptu decisions, actions, meetups, chances, travels... they can be wonderfully precious, surpising... by definition more suprising than the planned. And isn't surprise a requisite of a complete Life?
What do I seek by writing?
Straighten out thoughts.
Is that all?
Right now, a mixture of "showing off" for my ad, who now seems to know a little more about how I like to write.
But my conscious intention is to straighten out my thoguhts. Or at least to reatake a pleasant habit that has turned out, well, joyful and productive.
So what does the world look like to you now, Mr. Me? Wide open? With space in one hand and Time in the other, with Language at your mouth, ready to answer your every message and to understand outside signals, with legs happy to walk , a back happy to carry a backpack, two eyes eager to absorb more of the world, ears intent on listening further an deeper into the world, and a mind ardent to learn more... more what? Skills, languages, utility abilities. Repair skills, traveling skillls, survival skills? Social skills. Languages, for sure. But.... I don't see ether of those as my goals They might be the means in a possible path of mine, but... they do not feel like an appropriate end.
So what is my end? Do I want one? Death, of course, seems to loom at the end of this one Life I have been given. But I'm not that eager to reach that... or am I? Death seems like leaving the amusement park. Once you go out, you can go home, rest, go to sleeep... but you can't come back inside, nor go on any rides anymore.
Truth. One word came out, and it feels deliciously fitting. Truth. Seeking Truth, one abstains from the luxury of jumpi8ng to coclusions, or taking shortcuts. There are no shortcuts. The only path that will have teh same effect as a path is the path itself, because, well, every single little thing affects everyth8ing else. As much as we attempt to compartmentalize, isolate... nothing ever repeats itself. Each event is unique. Each moment is unique. Each perspective, personal feeling,statement, action, thought, step, word, each sacred choice that we make... is unique in this vast, yet comparatively puny world of teh visible and easily known. What is the World really like? What is there beyond the World? How does my current conscious perspective fit in with the marvelous set of everyth8ing that is? How do I fit in? Am I a tiny deluded solipsist, or truly the maker of the entire World, my World? Or does it even matter, or does it even make sense to ask that, at such a level? Do questions make sense?
Truth. Imitation never has the intention as strong, nor as.... pure... as the original. Feel I. Truth. What is a higher purpose i may have? Do I have a large set, perhaps even infinite set, of possible purposes and lives, and is my job, nay, my game, simply to choose the one I slide upon? Is Life simply a tree, and I choose which branch to take at every step? I like that view. A vast tree is Life, and all we can do at each moment is to choose which branch to take.
Out of here.
First step. Yes, out of here.
How? Car? If not car, what to do with Meo? Sell? Gift? Unsure. Hoping to find a happy channel for all.
Then... where to? Perhaps more importantly... what to do? Live the Life. Yes, almost axiomatically. But anything beyond that? Anything specific? Meta-question.... will I ask myself the specifics of what to do?
I've found impromptu decisions, actions, meetups, chances, travels... they can be wonderfully precious, surpising... by definition more suprising than the planned. And isn't surprise a requisite of a complete Life?
What do I seek by writing?
Straighten out thoughts.
Is that all?
Right now, a mixture of "showing off" for my ad, who now seems to know a little more about how I like to write.
But my conscious intention is to straighten out my thoguhts. Or at least to reatake a pleasant habit that has turned out, well, joyful and productive.
So what does the world look like to you now, Mr. Me? Wide open? With space in one hand and Time in the other, with Language at your mouth, ready to answer your every message and to understand outside signals, with legs happy to walk , a back happy to carry a backpack, two eyes eager to absorb more of the world, ears intent on listening further an deeper into the world, and a mind ardent to learn more... more what? Skills, languages, utility abilities. Repair skills, traveling skillls, survival skills? Social skills. Languages, for sure. But.... I don't see ether of those as my goals They might be the means in a possible path of mine, but... they do not feel like an appropriate end.
So what is my end? Do I want one? Death, of course, seems to loom at the end of this one Life I have been given. But I'm not that eager to reach that... or am I? Death seems like leaving the amusement park. Once you go out, you can go home, rest, go to sleeep... but you can't come back inside, nor go on any rides anymore.
Truth. One word came out, and it feels deliciously fitting. Truth. Seeking Truth, one abstains from the luxury of jumpi8ng to coclusions, or taking shortcuts. There are no shortcuts. The only path that will have teh same effect as a path is the path itself, because, well, every single little thing affects everyth8ing else. As much as we attempt to compartmentalize, isolate... nothing ever repeats itself. Each event is unique. Each moment is unique. Each perspective, personal feeling,statement, action, thought, step, word, each sacred choice that we make... is unique in this vast, yet comparatively puny world of teh visible and easily known. What is the World really like? What is there beyond the World? How does my current conscious perspective fit in with the marvelous set of everyth8ing that is? How do I fit in? Am I a tiny deluded solipsist, or truly the maker of the entire World, my World? Or does it even matter, or does it even make sense to ask that, at such a level? Do questions make sense?
Truth. Imitation never has the intention as strong, nor as.... pure... as the original. Feel I. Truth. What is a higher purpose i may have? Do I have a large set, perhaps even infinite set, of possible purposes and lives, and is my job, nay, my game, simply to choose the one I slide upon? Is Life simply a tree, and I choose which branch to take at every step? I like that view. A vast tree is Life, and all we can do at each moment is to choose which branch to take.
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