Friday, February 15, 2008


What are the bases on which you select your goals?

Monday, December 17, 2007


Tonight is the night, there will be a break through. I will tell you what I mean next post, after the fact.

I will thoroughly (I have dreamed) enjoy this break through.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


I thought my mind was over there, but it was over here.

When I went over to it, it just sat there. And then my mind was blank, and (then) I could see.

I made this music while I was fraught and the inklings were coming out of my brain(s).

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Monday, December 10, 2007


I'm a firm believer in what these days is becoming the norm in thinking about inanimate objects: that they actually may have "life" in them. There's an essence in objects. They resonate and give off a (low) vibration of some kind. The molecules in objects are moving about in such a way that science is beginning to say that objects are alive, albeit at a very slow rate of life. Slower than a tree.

When you break or lose an object you just may be hurting that object's (slow-rated) feelings (in the long run). Perhaps this is where good luck and bad luck come in. Objects remember, they can "see," and they can "make things happen."

Sunday, December 09, 2007


I will not seriously ask myself any questions. But how do I dig deeper into something that is with/in me at the moment? No one answer that, so as not to make it a question.

Calculators are for adding (?) numbers, matches are for lighting fires, little black books are for having phone numbers inside. Red light, blue light, green light. Things, objects are in their places inside my room here the way they were put there. I put them there without even knowing it, or without doing it on purpose at the time.

Now I look at these/those things and they sit/set there quiet, unassuming, unmoved, silent and content, almost peaceful and serene. They did not get there on their own. I don't remember the precise moment when I put them there. They are all there as objects and evidence of my existence. They are forms of beauty... If I want to be downtrodden and negative... I can't.

What I'm saying is I love my life, no matter how horrid or horrible or useless it might seem on the outside (to/for me). In my own pettiness I am happy to be alive. I am happy to be a living creature among the objects around me. We share our life together.