
Empirical Mysticism
Too many times I indulge myself into the realness of reality without realizing that we are not real by definition.
Empirical Mysticism - my life, my words, my emotions, my opinions....me
The greatest mistake a writer can make is thinking that the reader will understand what he is trying to say
I am pleonastic by choice - I paint pictures with words, and my pictures require detail. I offer my canvas, my muse - my journal. "I pierce the page with a pen until it bleeds my intentions..." I am bleeding the page, I am solidifying my soul and transforming synaptic bursts into transient thought.
Walk with me is not a catch phrase - it is my motto, my "Donner un coup de pouce au destin".
I am no longer afraid because I have traveled the length and breadth of the quintessence of life; as seen through my narrowly acute yet obtuse viewpoint. Strangely, the oddest oddity to date would be that mentally the inverse of the reverse holds true in the opaque, elusive, minimal meanings of a life absconded through irrational and often misinterpreted behavioral patterns. What matters most is that there was a life to live...
Just stopping by and looking around.
‘I have someone in my life that thinks more of me than that…’
You’re right. Maybe this mass exodus from my life has been an unprecedented boon. No, I did not make the decisions – others made the choice to leave my life. Reasons vary, but the decision was the same. I do not begrudge anyone for any decision that concerns me, as long as their decision brings me no physical harm. The people that have chosen to exclude me from their future have indelibly left emotional scars – those are not to be helped.
When I allow myself quiet moments to reflect on recent events, I find my mind drifting to battle. In battle, the ‘weaker’ men are killed first. Here weaker is meant in a survival sense, not a physical sense. As the battle wears on, you are eventually left with an elite fighting force – not because they are the most skilled, but because they are survivors.
The other part of battle is how wide open terrain is difficult to defend. So the defenders will do what they can to create obstacles to funnel the enemy into kill zones. The kill zones are just narrow concentration points where the most damage can be inflicted upon an enemy using relatively few resources.
People that have chosen to continue their lives without my presence have aided me in ‘weeding’ out people that have proven to be superfluous to my future. Though this is not always the case – I refuse to deal in specifics for the mere sake of understanding. The concept is what you should be grasping, not the gradient thoughts. This weeding has brought focus to the people that remain. In bringing them into focus, I am suddenly enlightened by their very existence. It is as if a veil was removed from my eyes. For some, I clearly see them. I liken this vision to driving in the rain without windshield wipers. Yes you can see, but how much better is your vision when you turn on the windshield wipers.
Yeah, I have people in my life that thinks more of me than that…