“Be extremely subtle even to the point of formlessness.
Be extremely mysterious even to the point of soundlessness.
Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate.”
-- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
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Is God coming to save you?
Is it he who takes your hand, or you that takes his?
When you call out into the darkness, whose voice do you hear?
Is it the Patriots who will save you?
The President? The Democrats? The mask?
Superman? Q? Is it really God?
Or is it you?
Who is the Master here?
Is the Master even home?
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The aether is moving...
quickly
fast
like a whirlwind, a hurricane, a storm
There's nothing to see...
nothing I can see...
but there's so much here....
like being in the storm.... in the hurricane... in the winds...
all these things passing by in a blur, where nothing takes form
Shiva still hovers nearby... just out of view... but in keen awareness
This is a destructuring.... and it's a destructuring of us
Fascinating!
I say that with an exclamation point, yet only feel the solidarity of it
not quite excitement, but one closer to certainty...
and this willingness to get in the seat...
a seat connected to some insane ride...
... we aren't at Disney, nor Six Flags...not even Universal...
no...
this looks like some carnival fun park death trap
It'll be fun *thumbs up while also shaking head no
My very good friend has been here beside me.
Perhaps distracting me from this obvious expansion into the storm
not that this was chosen, so much as accepted...
we all know you can't keep yourself from growing
well, you could, but it would hurt more
...but there won't be pain on this ride...
it'll be crazy
highly disorienting
confusing, exceptionally discombobulating
and thankfully short!
...
oh
but the pristine clarity to be had when the ride is over
like the crystal clear skies after a hurricane
like pure holy fuck knowing!
if we make it out without throw up on our shirt, that'll be a bonus
if we make it out with anything left of ourselves.... that too is a bonus
He is called Shiva the Destroyer, after all
and the city must be razed so the ground can grow anew.
Hell to the YES
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Brain... is bored out of her mind... and just tired of the hum drum, yet also not wanting anything to do with anything else.
Mind... is keenly focused on something, but has yet to tell the rest of us. She's been hard to wrangle and is just not wanting to pull away from whatever it is that has her entranced.
Body... is just wondering when this cycle supposed to get here and is OVER it.
Ego... is singed? Again feeling the impossibility of being understood by anyone on any other level.
She's not doing anything about it, nor is she really up to explaining, so again... resorting to disassociating and walking away. She wants to disappear and not be found. She does not want to share her opinion for the sake of not being one of them. Not sure why she's so caught up in that.
Soul... is sad. About the real knowing that all these decorations she's adorned herself with will be gone once the ride is over. She wants them to go though. She wants them to be removed, so she's also really happy too. Like getting rid your once favorite jeans cause they don't fit... but knowing you get to go shopping next week....
Mind is shaking her head... "You'll never find another pair like that." She claims.
Soul just smiles back at her... Soul isn't planning on buying new jeans at all, she laughs to herself. She's got some huge plans and she hasn't shared with the rest of us. Her regular devious gleaming eyes are awol... and this concerns Ego...cause Ego wants to kill everyone today..and won't be able to if Soul won't aide and abet.
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"You're going to have to listen, if you want to change what you hear." ~ The Alchemist
He obliged another quote for me... and I've got the sense he's had it with my shit.
I got to go make amends O_O
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Sudsbury schools are lingering in the south of France so the children of tomorrow can find their way back to the rebel base and claim their rightful place as kings of the future. Raise them high and uphold their light. And teach them to play with fire....and ice.
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