Friday, April 2, 2010

I'm listening to: Barry Louis Polisar - All I Want Is You

So maybe it's true, I can't live without you.



To have nothing and everything at the same time. The state of these affairs hangs in precarious balance; it's a sublime novelty, but also one pregnant with terror. It's also never, ever, viewed as a given. With every teetering step taken along the way, the intricate complex of emotions escalates in intensity, until -

How do you know what the form is supposed to be like, if you've encountered but a single instance? It's clearly impossible to derive a broadly accurate idea, and its significance (as absolute) is questionable. The dimension of being we occupy allows no direct apprehension of the forms, so in that sense they aren't real to us, though technically speaking, they're excellent tools for navigation. And perhaps that's it. With regard to uncommon experiences, we simply have to make do without - as if blinded.




But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life,
And you've already got me coming undone.

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