March 17 Journal entry “Trust nothing but the current”
I open the doors
and kill for the meat
I create the openings
That i can drag you through by the hair.
And there are obvious similarities
Science would tell, but numerical proof
can’t explain it all.
Though perhaps there is a simple equation to this XX Mystery
that man or men in white coats could tell us
And it isn’t that their numbers cant be trusted,
it may just be a simple matter of pride.
Regardless, my path wont be written for me.
I can ignore the outfit you wore yesterday and out of fatigue, can forget to greet you good day.
I Can learn not to be distracted by whether I am doing the right thing.
Where is the point if all the answers are laid down, card by card?
Sadly we’ve stayed children until death, as it may appear,
with many thanks to the books of absolute fact.
As long as the creator cannot be proven, nothing is factual beyond our own minds.
No man in a lab coat can tell me what color an apple is and expect me to preach it too.
Reliance is a belief I’d rather not entertain.
Lazily scarping up another’s answers to create a world I see?
I’d much rather find out if there is an afterlife, than know all the answers there are to know.
This is where the importance of the path is lost.
How boredom means that its all over.
Alone we see in this world,
infinite universes with infinite faces to see,
to kiss and to love.
Infinite questions, reasons and answers.
Infinite marathon of different sights. The world is never the same as it was.
Trust nothing but the current.
