It's amazing and honestly quite frightening how some of the most important things in our lives find their origin in the most trivial actions and decisions on our part, while lacking at the time a lucid awareness of their immense consequences. Just a little tweak to the conditions incubating these twists of fate and the subsequent repercussions could be unthinkable, both despite and in view of the fact that they are sometimes so intricately interlinked. Is it luck or a wired in narrow-mindedness?
There is sometimes a gaping chasm between the physical and metaphysical, which makes a connection with this time and place but an illusion. The question regarding the beginnings of the Self and its existence is something I cannot imagine there is a concrete answer to. I believe its metaphysical component is kept chained up like a dog for most people, while others wander aimlessly in that completely different dimension, and yet others who've found the answer and enjoy(/suffer from?) the vision it bestows upon them... do what?
Debonair conundrum,
I won't tell your name.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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