not the river but the STREAM
no longer know who i am. never did -really- but now that bit of illusion stripped away. 58 years on the planet, no fucking clue*. i wasn't going to say 'fucking', as not that emphatic (more like a laconic oozing of lethargy) but the onomatopoetic quality, hard to pass up. and now I've used up my big word quota for this sitting. i've been asking people their purpose. stupid question. you either live it or you don't. but myself, like trying to see infrared... but i've now painted myself into a corner verbally and we'll attempt to reset. was just listening to "don't give up" by peter gabriel - made me weepy. now i'm writing this. and what is that - the disconnect between the 2? buddhism or disassociation? you be the judge. or better yet, don't. judgement I learned from popi, first ducking then wielding the stick. made me feel powerful... sucky situations rendered tolerable by my judgement. people, places, bad behaviors all labeled...