The death of sickness.
the death of touch.
the death of caring.
the death of myth.
Here in town…and when I say “town” I mean – my head. Here in my head I ruin as many things as possible, as quickly as possible. I am very good at it.
It’s been a blessing to realize that the river as all things, run all ways…
A blessing in that my life is fuller for knowing it differently.
People ask about the test?
“Did you take it?”
“Did you take the test?”
“How are you feelin’ over there”
“In the clear?”
Information is too readily available the only limitation on knowing is computing power
Logically it doesn’t make sense that there wouldn’t be more meaning to life!?
I don’t want a lot – just enough to live at the level I’m living at now while accumulating wealth.
And if you really think about it