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Oh and the last commandment of the 21st century:

do it for the love
because there’s nothing else for which to do it .
Tame impala deadbeat - Immaculate post rave bike home soundtrack. Thank u
try your best to remember the perfection of every moment

It won’t always feel good then
But it will feel right

:)
Worst you can do is trap yourself in a loop of shame and blame and terror imprison yourself in hell
Best you can do is cease the self recrimination
Throw your hands up in the air and scream !!!!
So go hard , do it crassly , blow it up. Or pinch it between two fingers, bated breath, terrified . Whatever

It’s all soup

And it’s a good soup !!!
Gently is a good word. To go gently and lightly as possible to reduce the pain , mitigate the suffering

But it’s just an ideal , a general aim

All the prudence in the world won’t spare you from the necessity of suffering 🤷 duhhh
I would suggest an otherwise. But there is no otherwise.

For we’re here
As we are
And so it must be
As it has been and will ever be !
So even destruction is perfection. Even the most gruesome losses are simply perfection, in progress. In process. There is no other way.
A lot of people wonder why does God do this? Why does God do that?

Well , what else should God do?

To make , one must unmake.

You can’t tie a knot with a knot You have to undo the knot first. :)
perfection therefore is a decision —- or simply the awareness of being.
Perfection is not a static state. But a process chronically in flux. :)
I also recently had a realization that everything is perfection —- just in various states . What looks like corruption or confusion is simply the becoming of perfection. For even the tiny acorn is perfect, though it may not be an oak tree yet . ! “And yet” … hawhawww…
anyway this is why love is the only irreducible . Love being pure neutral curiosity of course - not the vonny hallmark stuff
Once we accept that all we interact with daily are imagined symbols — that consensus reality hinges upon a few carefully selected friable delusions — that all relationships are inherently more poetical than prosaic, that our lives are more parable than autobiography —
All unknowns I simply haven’t held close to my bosom yet ;;;;;; but they will be held …… for all is within my palm , really …… I’m just playing a cosmic memory game :)
This is why I vigilantly continually am sending love to all parts of myself , if anyone’s curious !!! Because why would I hate myself? Why would I choose to have a shitty experience?
anyway this is why love is the only irreducible . Love being pure neutral curiosity of course - not the vonny hallmark stuff
Once we accept that all we interact with daily are imagined symbols — that consensus reality hinges upon a few carefully selected friable delusions — that all relationships are inherently more poetical than prosaic, that our lives are more parable than autobiography —
Me to me:
Get a load of this nerd !!!! 🤣 🫵
Once we accept that all we interact with daily are imagined symbols — that consensus reality hinges upon a few carefully selected friable delusions — that all relationships are inherently more poetical than prosaic, that our lives are more parable than autobiography —
Get a load of this nerd !!!! 🤣 🫵
Once we accept that all we interact with daily are imagined symbols — that consensus reality hinges upon a few carefully selected friable delusions — that all relationships are inherently more poetical than prosaic, that our lives are more parable than autobiography —
The most godly thing one can do is to forget.

The most human thing, to remember.
and it’s gobsmackingly horrifying once you really truly let it in. It’s a skull cracker for sure. There’s only one ship out at sea. No lighthouse beckons. The stars , paltry reflections of the lamps upon my deck

It’s really all just ……. Me.
I will never feel understood as deeply as I understand myself / feel myself capable of understanding others.

There is no magic trick to skedaddle outta that one
just a bloody anchor I oughta accept, with which I’m to learn to swim
to feel seen by another ————— it’s a dream. A malicious ruse at worst, a saccharine mirage at best.

I once craved such a hollow sweetness
we can forgive ourselves one accept ourselves with a wider grace.

except the inward gaze , Everything is ultimately parasocial.

The only truth is the frightening maddening marvellous relationship we have with ourselves

Everything else mere suggestion; silhouette of deeper internal mechanisms
Once we accept that all we interact with daily are imagined symbols — that consensus reality hinges upon a few carefully selected friable delusions — that all relationships are inherently more poetical than prosaic, that our lives are more parable than autobiography —