It will never be too late to make something beautiful, but it needs to be yours.

It's easy to forget that things CAN be truly yours.

Otherwise, you'll find yourself in a copied world, with a copied self, forever chasing something not made for you while neglecting the things that could be.

Instead, create something wholly new, wholly yours, wholly Real. Isn't that what all of This is about?

Isn't that what you're fighting for?

Does it mean anything at all if it's not?

It's a trap I too once fell into! But the crucial thing I learned (as must you) is that love isn't transferable.

Seeking to claim established love for yourself will net you only a diluted imitation.

A tattoo on another's skin won't mean the same when copied onto yours, even with the same artist.

This isn't to say love is unattainable- It's everywhere, if you just look away from that which you've fixed yourself on for a moment.

Rather, what you can't Take is an established love.

Too often, we see the way one loves another and want so desperately to have that for ourselves.

these godly scars are worn most abundantly by those who take the weight of one-ness upon themselves. some find ways to offset this burden, but a burden it remains.

and so, choice.

to be crowned with a shackle--

or to bear a flame, transferable and ever-changing.

i've reached a point where the latter is more favorable to me- i don't think either can be objective truth, YOU need to choose.

in my observation, i've come to know divinity as something which can be equal parts consumptive and productive. i've seen it shred those who claim it.

or, rather- is that conflation a mistake at all? is it wrong? we are unrecognizable, forever-altered. the dividing line is an idea of "special" i've long learned to disregard.

either it's all divine-- or some of us have simply learned to thrive on the same level ground.

She needed to do no such thing. none of us do.

now, as I reclaim myself, it is an act of reverence-- not finality, but further transformation.

a wholly seperate phenomenon!! THIS, i believe, is a sort of worship of the self.

something which can take many different forms, constructive and destructive.

knowing you as i do, i can say with confidence that you do it in a healthier and more beautiful way than nearly anyone else i've met.

a poetic way to put it! i believe, ultimately, that it's more a worship of stimulation, of entertainment, of special-ness. which is to say, not worship at all.

the idea of worship is fun, tantalizing, erotic.

finding the beauty of the pure stuff is a hurdle many never cross.