The distance of anger and hate
He tapped into anger and hate and proved how far those can take one.
:- Doug.
He tapped into anger and hate and proved how far those can take one.
:- Doug.
To the one end: possibility, infinity, freedom, dream, god, spirit, thou. To the other: necessity, finitude, shut-in, prison, stomach, decay, death, animal, it. We live between, often in a cultural slumberland, a lie, thinking we are free while chaining ourselves to the common, clothing ourselves in the usual stories. We might live between, naked in the storm, seeing and hearing what is really there. What is really there is moving, loving, conversing, intercoursing.
The really real is just this dreaming animal among animals and gods, working it out.
We cannot clothe ourselves in armor nor in colors nor in scents nor in sweetness nor in hate nor in accolades: we must meet. There is no defense to meeting for our task is to be totally frankly vulnerable in meeting.
:- Doug.
He has no respect for himself: that’s why he has no respect for others.
:- Doug.
Dying need not be a distressing time for it can be profound.
:- Doug.
And the elder began to see, the young elder dimly, the seasoned one more clearly, death: more precisely the freedom of death. To know we shall die frees us to stand in the face of anything.
:- Doug.