|What Else before Rest . . .
||[Jul. 15th, 2003|05:43 am]
|[||In the Moment
|||||DJ Tazz - Preacher||]|
Anyone who couldn't see that you, whoever you are reading this, were special, that one who could not see that you were special could not see what was special inside of that one's self. It wasn't you, it was them, and it wasn't of you to think about it in this light because if you already thought about it in this light and you then turned that thought into a defense of self with vanity, which has two very interesting meanings, exuberant pride, aka conceit, and worthlessness and uselessness as a result of vanity, which generally is a confusing word unless you look at its synonym, the definitive conceit.
If you came to the conclusion "It was them" and turned it into something that was as confusing as the lexicon of vanity and conceit, well, I dunno, all things in moderation, patience, and beware?
However, be rest assured, you are special, even if you cannot see it.
I'm quite tired, but I can leave you with a suggestion that if you learn the patience in a similar way as I, and you have experienced the things I have, with the senses that I have used to examine, both self and out of self, then you will be on the road to a better you.
It's okay, as this may not make sense for some, and it doesn't even matter if . . . it is approaching the point where it's okay for me to not be good enough in the eyes of others. Life is such the complicated and yet beautiful existence where a simplification at times when one's exhausted and yet the hinge of one's ability to ignore the reason why . . . has suddenly become less than able.
When I began to fall into insomnia over the early course of this year, this is when the part of the desire for change began.
Huzzah, or so the strange version of Merlin at Excalibur Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas said.
There is more to utter in electronic clickety-clacking at a more rested time. I believe that this marathon of watching audio and video can make way for some rest.