unbroken things lacking edges,
if we augment our eyes, look close
to see creted places
Jagged edges prove the brokenness
the brokennesses prove the whole,
not that the whole was finished then as it is now.
Which phor you living for?
the discourse of madness
DIY gettin' past crazy for good.
There is a crazy place, way past any we imagine,
crazier than hell, by virtue
of the fact
ya' gotta go through hell t' get there.
Practically every sage from Moses to Mises,
says that's the price we pay
for ignoring those chances, op portune tidbits of time,
to pay attention to
everything at once,
and see what seers have always said's truistic,
we find what's sought.
If nought were sought,
what did we miss?
ought not that
be enough to carry on with
Fret not, oughts are nullifed here,
it's a pretty crazy place.
There is a magic in knowing some person may read a piece of my mind and find the peace I try to share intentionally. I imagine that, see it as real as I wish, and some peaceful words seep into reality on the Global Brain.