Saturday, November 22, 2014

Maimed for Life

Who will save or maim me? 

Who is the deliverer of Soul?

In what time is there a need for salvation? Is there some time or place in which we are already saved? Are there some times and places in which we need suffer, as a part of our purpose?

Time has its own purpose, does it not?
Does a place not have its own purpose?

Time and places do not exist to serve me, do they?

Time, time never stops...but places can change.

...and we, we can change.


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...a scared, scary, excitable, hyperbolic, friendly puppy of a girl who is moral and moralistic, puritanical, yet experimental and very curious, ontologically-overwhelmed...a life dilettante with hungry kaleidoscope eyes whose favorite facial expression is "I see you" and wants everyone to love her (even those people who, much to her dismay, get cheap thrills from using shock value as a way to try to get people's attention or to just purely annoy or disgust)...who makes her world statement mostly as a hard-core ethical, lifestyle compassion activist of this, our cosmic consciousness...who perpetually dreams and wishes circles around herself and as a result may, in fact, never actually grow up...thanks Mom and Dad.