Ketamine 8 - Tied Down

Back to the bold-faced lines of my new microcosm of myself. There existed in me a vivid thought pattern, I now realized, and it was a neglected facet of myself. I had favored the left-minded analysis and logic of the world until now. That experience marked my launch into the brimming void of contemplation, theorization, and acceptance of the world. My path of thought, like so, so many others, was a perspective of the world that called for constant work. We oft see all as a vast sea of knots, waiting to be untied, and we live our whole lives untying the knots one by one in a vain attempt to understand the whole ordeal of ourselves and the world around us. I discovered another path that day. There is a way to live much more intensely than in the way of unraveling every mystery. If we take a small amount of time and energy, we can stop ourselves from moving occasionally. Take one of these moments and stand up; observe the sea of knots. Take in the sight of this world’s infinite enigma, and appreciate it. Know how beautiful each knot is simply for being a knot, and then there will be a strange event set before you. Every knot shall fall to pieces, revealing it’s center; each individual mystery will have explained itself to you in thanks for your appreciation of its natural state. At this point, there is only one thing to do: you must take a long walk through the sea, and examine whichever question’s answers cross your path. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 03:47 PM PST   0 • 10