One or two images of surviving past the crashing shores of birthing belief in information, and therefore socially encoded self definition, is to imagine (cue spooky theremin) you are an open door, letting it all go through, or a cup spilling over. Nothing sticks to you, you stick to nothing. You are not the result of an interpretation, you are only the channel where all interpretation flows through. You watch, from a joyful-yet challenging picnic on the shore, as hawkers of reality who have lost their rudders honk at you, as the current takes them along unwillingly, out of your sight. You are not a particle of interpretation. You are not a part at all, subject to things.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 21:44:00 +0000
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