I often wrestle with the more spiritual aspects of reality. It causes me great internal frustration to see my friends and society at large discount spirituality in favor of reductionism.
I find that one complaint always seems to wash up to my shore, like scraps of a boat once sank and churned toward through angry storms.
“You think too much.”
For those of you who may not know, I used to write music. I suppose I still do, but music composition has taken a backseat to my continued pursuit of writing and exploring this city.
While the October Song is no masterpiece, I have decided to put is here (by popular demand) so that all of you who get it stuck in your head come October have a place to listen to it. Enjoy the slight midwestern accent of an 18-year-old me, trying her best to encapsulate October’s charm through harmony.
Ipropose that commercialism is a gift. While I may be a madman, to admit the current state of my psyche only furthers the strength of my argument. If I weren’t so crazy, I may not see the blessing of the distraction in front of my eyes.
I just don’t think it’s too much to ask.
I can’t explain it
But it’s time for some figurative language.
The Deva’s response wouldn’t leave my head. I realized the urgency of my situation, and that I might be this way, whatever it was, for a long time. As soon as I arrived home, I walked around to all of the nearby gardens to make sure and introduce myself. It became a daily habit for me to carry water to the plants and make sure they were thriving. They may be my only source of food very soon.
At the end of my last article, I mentioned that the fundamental advantage to my constant research was that “I am never unaware.”
While that melodramatic statement made a great stopping point for my rant, I want to assert that there are many rewarding effects to living intentionally with technology. To preserve my pride and the drama of the last post, it seems a new post is the best choice to enumerate these benefits. I’ve always been a sucker for a dramatic exit.
Disparate thoughts float around my mind and I can’t catch a single one of them.
The original point of money was that we realized there were useful activities other than food gathering, and didn't want the useful people doing those activities to starve.Luke McKinney
This past week, my newly 30-year-old boyfriend posed a question to my group of friends. What movie resonated with our generation like Fight Club did with his? The group, all under 25, was unsure of how to respond. We tried to clarify: what value did Fight Club instill that made it so culturally influential? He responded in turn with a quote from the movie.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile. -Chuck Palahniuk