Tuesday, October 21, 2008

if everyone feels different and i feel different, does that mean i'm no different than anyone else?

20 comments:

organiparadox said...

Just think of yourself as an ant on a big round anthill, doing your ant thing. One day the exterminator comes and you die. The other ants bury you or burn you up, and the same day, another ant, or maybe two ants are born.
out out brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow...
a poor player who struts and frets
his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.

anne artist said...

if by being different i am similar, then when i am aware of my similarity, am i in a moment of differentness?

or when i am being similar or different, is there no difference.....?

organiparadox said...

if your perspective is far enough away, absolutely none. The closer you get, the more important and unique you become. You can get so close that you become everything....which in a way....is nothing.

anne artist said...

so close and yet so far......or is it, so far, and yet so close? if nothing is what is there, then there is no need to squint......

organiparadox said...

be here now

anne artist said...

be nothing

here everywhere and nowhere

now. the clock's tick. yet, i wonder,

am i the clock's tick?

and if i am, who are you?

what....are you?

organiparadox said...

the nothing and the everything
the sinful bird of death
and
the rosebud opening in the morning sun
the worker ant
the exterminator
the crying child
the child's whisper in your ear
the bumpy road
the cool drink of water
the burning fire
the unknown

anne artist said...

if i beheld the rosebud in the morning light, would i recognize you or see myself instead?

organiparadox said...

hopefully both

anne artist said...

ahh....the rosebud as a mirror....and if i recognize you do i see my own self more clearly?

organiparadox said...

only if you see the bird of death at the same time

anne artist said...

what about the bird of life?

organiparadox said...

the bird of life is the rosebud

anne artist said...

and the thorns?

organiparadox said...

see how the bramble and the rose
intertwine
love grows like the bramble and the rose
round each other we will twine
(Barbara Keith)

organiparadox said...

it's all love
just be love
Life is the school, love is the lesson

anne artist said...

love intertwines with the bird of life and the bird of death.......

organiparadox said...

yes

anne artist said...

then is it about the intertwining?

organiparadox said...

yes