Where are the nuts, forecasting some cosmic meaning to how the numbers we use to write the date are sort of consecutive. I am going to make up some Mayan calendar stuff.
I'll write that in. Everyday will be a celebration, and you will be showered with gifts. Not always expensive gifts, but nice things, never the less. If you don't like something you have to keep it, regardless. No re-gifting is allowed.
I see numerology, then realize I see it from something. The from always bothers me. We seem to have this need to organize the world, so we look for patterns, even insist they are there. Other times I see how numerology could apply to something and it feels arbitary.
So here it is, ten years on. Ten makes sense I guess. Five fingers plus five fingers = ten.
My friend said once there is no space between u and i on a keyboard. This is literally true if you look down at the fingers of your right hand typing, but I believe she spoke epigrammatically. What she said, could be taken to mean all life is arbitary, we organize it by nothing but ourselves and the whole Internet becomes nothing but a tool for constant self-justification. But I'd rather think it the reverse. There need be no distance between us, among us, there is something past any delimitation even that of description itself still it is there and it's the realest thing there is.
You got my attention here because you were talking about whether people look for the order of numbers, or not. My comment was straightforward. I'm so sick of giving time any thought at all. I know I didn't used to. And the less thought I give to time the happier I am. I mean if I'm happy, fuck time who cares. So I know damn well why time is this goddamned rabid dog that follows me everywhere and I can't get rid of it. I hate it. I don't want to know of time, I want to be so buried in good things time never occurs to me. That'd be the selfish little kid position. But to me it does not follow, that the adult alternative is having to stare at some empty horror of days where the only happiness I know cannot happen. Indefinitely. The raw materials for anything like well-being never mind love are as gone from here as when I grew up here.
Everyday shouldn't be a celebration because then celebrations wouldn't count for much, but no day EVER should be without even the possibility of connection, it's like that here it's always been. Of course I'm sick as a dog it's a fucking desert.
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Date: 2011-09-11 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-11 03:37 pm (UTC)So here it is, ten years on. Ten makes sense I guess. Five fingers plus five fingers = ten.
My friend said once there is no space between u and i on a keyboard. This is literally true if you look down at the fingers of your right hand typing, but I believe she spoke epigrammatically. What she said, could be taken to mean all life is arbitary, we organize it by nothing but ourselves and the whole Internet becomes nothing but a tool for constant self-justification. But I'd rather think it the reverse. There need be no distance between us, among us, there is something past any delimitation even that of description itself still it is there and it's the realest thing there is.
You got my attention here because you were talking about whether people look for the order of numbers, or not. My comment was straightforward. I'm so sick of giving time any thought at all. I know I didn't used to. And the less thought I give to time the happier I am. I mean if I'm happy, fuck time who cares. So I know damn well why time is this goddamned rabid dog that follows me everywhere and I can't get rid of it. I hate it. I don't want to know of time, I want to be so buried in good things time never occurs to me. That'd be the selfish little kid position. But to me it does not follow, that the adult alternative is having to stare at some empty horror of days where the only happiness I know cannot happen. Indefinitely. The raw materials for anything like well-being never mind love are as gone from here as when I grew up here.
Everyday shouldn't be a celebration because then celebrations wouldn't count for much, but no day EVER should be without even the possibility of connection, it's like that here it's always been. Of course I'm sick as a dog it's a fucking desert.