Life without seasons
Create order from chaos
Close enough to life
Showing posts with label order. Show all posts
Showing posts with label order. Show all posts
Friday, March 24, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Quote Me
Pain is a crucible through which
all must pass.
The sound of a crying child is
proof of order in the universe.
Everything changes.
Everything must change.
all must pass.
The sound of a crying child is
proof of order in the universe.
Everything changes.
Everything must change.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Imposing Order
Time has discarded all the unnecessary trappings of the past.
Objectivity is overrated.
Declarative statements are great.
I can't stand the way I look when I cry.
Let's rush to judge, just once.
Concrete language never hurt anyone.
Fear boils down to one thing.
Physical sensations can lie.
Lets just be friends.
Blatantly contradict yourself.
Put some shorts on.
Its hot.
A new word for this.
An old word for that.
I have a meaning in mind.
Language as a useless construct.
Double think.
Sober up a few days before going on a bender.
Don't look for order.
Fill in the gaps.
Objectivity is overrated.
Declarative statements are great.
I can't stand the way I look when I cry.
Let's rush to judge, just once.
Concrete language never hurt anyone.
Fear boils down to one thing.
Physical sensations can lie.
Lets just be friends.
Blatantly contradict yourself.
Put some shorts on.
Its hot.
A new word for this.
An old word for that.
I have a meaning in mind.
Language as a useless construct.
Double think.
Sober up a few days before going on a bender.
Don't look for order.
Fill in the gaps.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Making Sense
Rip the pages out of the book
until only the tattered spine remains.
Cut the lines out,
reorder them.
Make sense of the world.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
An Experiment
Is there immortal truth in our thoughts and actions?
Will the tides sweep us aside like those before us?
The challenge of humanity is to temper our natural
appetites and to conserve that which we have been
given.
You fell down so often and I was always there to
pick you up. Now, we hardly talk at all. This brings
a sense of sadness to me. It is a change, we are
becoming different people. I don't think I can keep
pretending anymore.
What voice do you hear when you read this?
I've conceded, there is only conceit in this.
The body must rest when the mind can no longer
bear to be awake.
Can we construct a narrative from individual lines
and passages? Can we find meaning in disorder?
Is this what I'm talking about?
Will the tides sweep us aside like those before us?
The challenge of humanity is to temper our natural
appetites and to conserve that which we have been
given.
You fell down so often and I was always there to
pick you up. Now, we hardly talk at all. This brings
a sense of sadness to me. It is a change, we are
becoming different people. I don't think I can keep
pretending anymore.
What voice do you hear when you read this?
I've conceded, there is only conceit in this.
The body must rest when the mind can no longer
bear to be awake.
Can we construct a narrative from individual lines
and passages? Can we find meaning in disorder?
Is this what I'm talking about?
The Creation of Order
Our minds deem it necessary to establish order
over the constant stream of chaos we see in the
world. Without imposing some form of order
we would wander aimlessly, creatures helpless
at the mercy of shifting sands beneath our feet.
over the constant stream of chaos we see in the
world. Without imposing some form of order
we would wander aimlessly, creatures helpless
at the mercy of shifting sands beneath our feet.
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