A Mental Aspiration, Notion in Flight

An aspiration to avoid all the pain. We do so much in vein. Everything as you know it is illusion. You alleviate alot of confusion, if you just experience indiscriminately. Faith is a face without reason. Believe in nothing, experience everything. Give yourself a little lobotomy. Understand the nature of honesty. Be a stupid oblivious egg for awhile. Have a smile....you can drool...many do. Can you taste the evolution? Do you see a solution? It's a ghost my friend...I tell you. Remember who told you so. This sweet weirdo on his oblong box of soap. "Smear away that reason. It's, all of it, faulty, You just don't know... I may stand there tomorrow. But sorrow has no blame. An aspiration to avoid all the pain. We do so much in vein. Everything as you know it is illusion. You alleviate alot of confusion, if you just experience indiscriminately. Faith is a face without reason. Believe in nothing, experience everything. Give yourself a little lobotomy. Understand the nature of honesty. And do it all over again. And I remember many shames... in attempts, for people to tame me... We're usually not as strange as we think." He sez all this. Then he stares for awhile, he stares through everything. But our vision is dimned. We are imperfect in our perceptions. Not our fault. But hey...let's evolve anyway. Then he just walked away. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 07:14 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 10