self’s Tarot trepidation – part two
9 parts deep; 1st -Significator, 2nd -Air, 3rd -Fire, 4th -Water, 5th -Earth, 6th -Triangle/ Left, 7th -Triangle/ Right, 8th -Reconciler, 9th -Triangle/ Center… answers to questions you need only ask once…
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These courtly premises
Today is court day in T-minus one hour and counting, anxious to see if the judge will accept my plea, but difficult to say…I am currently unemployed, even with a college degree I’m a bum, but I’m looking for income with a focus and intent to better myself and my surroundings…It is tough to nail down all those details that are required to be human, one of those aspects to life that we must deal with is the law, and how interesting it is that our society tries to arrange itself for the betterment of American-kind…When the average citizen of the world population is Chinese, and paranoia is the stark-raving madness that we must be aware of, there is so much out there that is difficult to avoid…Planes, trains, and automobiles confront us with their speed, and we beat …
slender threads, the trains of thought
there are few things eye can think of that are compelling to me anymore…one of those things is thinking about thought, and how they channel the energies necessary to compel the world to move…not simple, small scale attempts at understanding, but grand and epic cosmic questions on the essence of growth…all link to each other in some way that lies unknown to most of us, concepts to foundation ideas to scaffolding to the structure itself, and yet we keep hitting the invisible wall that breaks the logical quest into mighty gaps in efficiency…emotional conflict, a self-possessed culture and society, and the butting of heads together is a constant volley of trauma…some few of us take it upon themselves to begin to solve these riddles, but too few of them really ever understand anything about any psyche other than their …
technical jargon
people who don’t speak have a wealth of information stored within their minds…professional people with their words of wisdom are outright in their ignorance, but only as far as they would ever think they are on the right side at the insistence of a problem, at which time they seem convinced of a possible solution…not always the ‘right’ decision, but one that comes to take that place in value of appearing in the ‘right’…these mutts run our world…the solvers and solution makers…even though there is no great and worthy “final solution” here, that doesn’t seem to stop the zealots from trying to find one, and zealots turn into idiots so much in the past…speaking their technical jargon, and eluding all meaning through pretentious bullshit, evading the need to explain their true motives for “success”…in accordance with all proposed laws, …
Tending toward the dark.
I regret to inform those of you out there, but I hate little punks that have no respect for others’ feelings. Hate is not a word used liberally these days, and love is used far to much as a shallow substitute for actual feeling. I don’t ‘love’ all of my fellow species, making my love weak and worthless, and then find it so much easier to make my hate a focused beam of pain and torment to inflict upon others. Instead, I choose to hate everyone, thus making my hate fairly milquetoast in comparison with my pure and undiluted love, and the coldness I maintain is necessary to keep potential fiends at bay…looking to absorb the random warmth from those they can feed from so easily. You pay attention to what you want, and I …
spinning this trite miasma…
I have seen ruins tumble from above, darkening the sky as they fall, and America looks to be wracked by an ill-conceived pain of conscience…as the second Bush exits for the final time, I sit and wonder where the time will go, but only when I consider that, any way will be better than the rule of the mad retard tyrant that we had…Unless, of course, there happens to be another retarded tyrant in the White House…Ruins keep tumbling away toward the sea…
this social dilemma.
out of Context;
‘what is the trigger that lies deep within the fiery terror that possesses the tormented complacence we are within?’