You are imagining all kinds of things: Telling yourself your story and then living it out. But it's hard to change the story, and anyway it's quite nice the way that it is. In my story, I am fighting demons only to discover they aren't really there. Then imagining they are within and saying hello to them here. In time, discovering they weren't really here either; just figments.
But it's hard not to be sucked back into the story, and even when you escape from one, there's another bigger story. In my bigger story, I am a Knight riding to the rescue of something. If there were no story, what would there be? Just what is: no interpretation, like the purest ice-cream with nothing added. Just a space to be glorious. For now, we are living the myth.
In my story, I am fighting demons only to discover that they aren't really there. Then imagining they are within and saying hello to them here. In time, discovering they weren't ...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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