Hi Aileen, Yes thank you for kind words - it is a strange thing really, as if existing in a twilight zone...
marc > As Annie said, thank you for sharing this, Marc - and for expressing it, > Aileen > On Thursday 09 July 2009 14:41, anniea wrote: > >> thanks Marc for sharing >> best >> Annie >> >> On Thu, Jul 9, 2009 at 2:23 PM, marc garrett >> >> <[email protected]>wrote: >> >>> this thing, this dream is not of desire or want of >>> it is a complexity with many shapes, forms and sizes >>> >>> this dream, this cloud of almost knowing yet unknowing >>> is not just a haze, it is also an amalgamation of places >>> >>> these places, are not just physical elements, solid >>> they are spaces touched upon, unfolding one's vulnerabilities >>> >>> these elements, are not plyable psycho-modules >>> more like shadows of one's various selves shifting, lurking >>> >>> this lurking, is not a conscious spectre waiting >>> more like nuances, sitting around inside, outside, around >>> >>> this consciousness, is an interface defining one's borders >>> yet it does not protect, it deludes and it quantifies >>> >>> this pain, is not only one's pain but also everyone else's >>> cannot just claim it, have to subtlety declare it, share it >>> >>> this absoluteness, does not relate to thy state of being >>> it entraps one's fluid sensibilities, it is false scenery >>> >>> these false scenes, show a truth but nothing of reality >>> hyper-realities, redefining and re-sculpting the losses >>> >>> these emotional objects sit like furniture, banal, solid >>> they are everywhere, screaming for comfort and submission >>> >>> this submission, is an enemy but also can be a friend >>> this friend is everywhere, it can suffocate like an enemy >>> >>> this enemy, could be a loved one or even current situations >>> one's interface or definition can be seen reflected by others >>> >>> these situations, are what we all know or will come to know >>> time is the dealer of circumstance of what is to come for all >>> >>> these moments, of time and unfolding segments of this place >>> delete the interface, delete the noise of myopic composure >>> >>> this exposure, of one's usual composure deletes the voice >>> no choice, a dream yet not a dream, a squeeze of realization >>> >>> this realization, is small and it can be drowned out easily >>> by the rhythm of life, and many absolute modes, the continuity >>> >>> these continuities, they bind us together - to the sod >>> earth, space, past, present and future, a part of the process >>> >>> these processes, force us to share these moments and mind >>> like straight lines, ropes that bind us to the outer limits >>> >>> this outer limit, of which I speak I cannot mention >>> for it is a noise that defines my own space, not your time >>> >>> this thing, this dream, this reality is reshaping the outer >>> limits, what is currently mine with many shapes, forms and sizes... >>> >>> http://www.tatfoundation.org/Verostko_unknowing.jpg >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> _______________________________________________ >>> NetBehaviour mailing list >>> [email protected] >>> http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour >>> > > _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
