Seems true of me that I learn as much from my dreams as I do from reading or writing. The number of times I have awoken laughing is surprising, looking back. And yes, I do talk in my sleep; shouting at times. Some dreams have taken decades, others I am able to analyses instantaneously.
I remember being, once-upon-a-time, a binge reader inhaling authors one-on-one. Finding themes not otherwise obvious. Then messages to other authors sidereal, oblique and wonderfully intimate; not sexual but intellectual.
The current Dalai Lama summarized his sense of religion as merely kindness. This seems vastly more true of all who write leaving their summary convictions for others. It is not literature alone, but true of music and painting and all creativity as ephemeral as song and dance. Not one single methodology or ideology ideal since all lead eventually to the realization that we are one family. The nucleus of life itself.
I have been floundering since leaving hospice. Seeking a new reason to get up of a morning and lurch around the world interacting with others. Because as I always say the canvas of God is flesh. We seem, at least to me, to be the loom upon which God creates new images of what life can be about; not what it is: slavery to closed systems of anti-social behavior; exploitation not love. I think more seriously about writing, given all that I've read, but especially due to Annie Dillard, Emily Dickinson and Rumi . . . with a special and eternal nod plus endless gratitude for M.
Exploitation has always been true of power and force -- regardless -- Church or State. Pretending to be benevolent while actually demanding conformity to serve the gate keepers welfare: slavery.
Experience indicates I need be careful of my thoughts; to me prayer is more potent than holocaust; or the end of the world.
We stand with the third world now on the brink of extreme change. The Congress of Baboons would do well to volunteer their lifetime security for ours. Their behavior reeks of usury and decay, self-congratulatory and rewarding the bankruptcy of morals, ethics and celebration of living off the sweat of others.
I think of material wealth as ill gotten gains from tyranny, assassins and thieves who aggregate power and force to hide their selfishness. But then politicians are only pimps and we the whores for allowing ourselves to be enslaved to the obscenely rich.
Worry not about the end of the world for now. However you would do well to contemplate the end of safe food, water and air. Not to mention the dying seas surrounding us.
Define yourself as free or remain a slave.
121212 04:33 seems true
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