We Are Smart Phones Processing Cosmic Calls
We answer our phones when they ring due to invisible waves sent half way around the globe. Then why wouldn’t we answer these signals which come to our bodies and minds?
We answer our phones when they ring due to invisible waves sent half way around the globe. Then why wouldn’t we answer these signals which come to our bodies and minds?
Place matters.
This is how I feel about interacting with old friends. I never want to “catch up.” Life is not about accumulation or going some proverbial distance.
And then it struck me. Rather than be indifferent, I could love. Not with a love that places me at the focal point of the world as it did when I loved my 16 year old Joy in high school. But with another kind of love: a love that doesn’t demand anything of the beloved but just lets it be.
These discourses, these models of life, are insidious, egregious, and soul crushing.
Every now and again, I’d be so enamored of a writer, I’d read everything he wrote (it was usually a he, I will admit). But once it came time to read the so-called critical writing, well, I just couldn’t stomach it.
There is no posing anymore; there is no life to aspire to.
It’s how we approach change that matters; everything is in the how. Hope pines but does nothing. And pining is not productive. Pining is petty. Pining is whining and whining is weak.
This is delirium and we are swirling in it. How scary is Franco’s Alien? Is he gonna rape these girls? The film and Franco do an incredible job of maintaining that tension without ever resolving it.
The minute we use that word, we’ve drafted the discussion in terms of a fetus rather than the terms of the voting, tax paying, living working breathing real air human being.