I am a play-acting leader wandering aimlessly, Trudging up and down each ridge and valley, Marching headstrong on twisted paths unknowing; Eager to say ‘Here is the way, follow me.’ I set off young, ill-equipped, and eagerly, To a distant snow-capped peak I aimed to journey, Heavy burdensome pack filled to overflowing; Doubt, inexperience, […]
Tag: existentialism
Lyrics #1 – The Grudge – by Tool
Check out video here. Check out lyric interpretations here. Writers: Adam Jones, Daniel Carey, Maynard Keenan, Justin Chancellor The Grudge Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will or will not tolerate. Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all […]
Narrative seeds
Severed narratives. Ego, understanding, security, perspective, ripped asunder. Open, festering, emotional wounds. Who am I? With what do I build again? How do I see again? Where does the nightmare end and the future begin? I repeat: where does the nightmare end and the future begin? Optimistically uncertain. But afraid. Nervous. What parts of the […]
Quote #2
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell. – Carl Gustav Jung
A rose sits atop a ladder of thorns
Just because it hurts doesn’t make it bad. And pleasure can be an insidious companion. Addiction may bring ecstatic release; enlightened dedication, anxious suffocation. The devil wears many guises, and a rose sits atop a ladder of thorns.
Lullaby
Sing me softly to sleep life, Let all my dreams drip into days, Let love and joy fill me life, Till death takes me gently away. Sing me softly to sleep life, And never let me wake.
Echo – (author (un)known)
Climbing rocks into the bowels of sky, Ahoy! Ahoy, silent sailing voluminous fleets! Black trees balance here their swirled tops to dizziness, And I, sweat and dry, clinging the granular Death, Gripping nails the twisted root, Achieve a tiny ledge, a respite spot to lie. Almighty Life! Almighty, Mighty Life! Inside I cry. I, this […]
Life
Life. Beautiful and tragic and absurd. We are unlikely fleeting nodes of structured matter, atoms arranged through increasing universal entropy, taking the form of great apes encoded in DNA; living, loving, suffering, pondering, overcoming, dying, waltzing ever-long in a cosmic embrace between order and chaos.
Positive pride: a remedy for hate
Hate, anger, jealousy need to be expressed. They do not, however, command such respect. They definitely do not need to be heeded. They want justification to exist. Well they have it! What more could they possibly want, why are they so insatiable? What could satisfy them? I imagine, not much. I wonder: What if the […]
Happiness lost is always found within
January 13th, 2005 It is a new year and the streets of Bamberg are still free of snow. My son was born Wednesday, December 8th, 2004, at 3:39 in the afternoon. Enan Franz smiled on his first day of life, and poured forth his innocence and purity, bringing clean tears to this dirty face. Your […]
The narrating consciousness
Narration. Storytelling. Meaning. All combined in consciousness. The ego, too, a product of the conscious mind. A powerful, at times all consuming, illusion. Children, at the earliest possible age, should be taught these truths. All manner of trauma, of fear, of anxiety, could be learned to be placed in their proper context. As I recently […]
In search of meaning – Notes #1
I can’t take it anymore, the monotonous monumental indecision suffocating my person. It is a boring companion and I am tired. Do I truly believe there’s a magic bullet, a perfect decision to be had, that would bring all my qualities and desires together into one package, to confront the business of living dressed in […]
Threads – a poem
My anxiety, a thread hooked to a splinter on the broad side of a forgotten barn, where I was once too afraid to approach, in a forest clearing, down a wooded path overgrown with grass and lined with ancient broken farm equipment rusting in the dampness of the moss-carpeted undergrowth. I am there near sundown. […]
Existential malaise
Dissatisfaction with the prescribed ways of living found in every religion, most philosophies, implied by culture, the mores and goals of society, the feeling, often acute, of not fitting into the role you think you are playing, or supposed to play – this is a cause of (or a result of, I am unsure) what […]
