Sunday, December 28, 2003
Hypothesis
Smoke rings? Of thought and sensation.
How could one exert any will o'er the wisps?
Grace is the only possibility.
Let it flow. Stay afloat.
It seems something like AIDS. As I understand it to be. As I imagine it could be. Everything and Anything seems to seep through. No preventive and/or protective barriers. No security. Only Fear. All possibilities come alive. Its a wild party at times. A quiet soothing silence at others. Mostly a riot. There is no immunity. No defence. Nothing to hold on to. Everything flows though.
Smoke rings? Of thought and sensation.
How could one exert any will o'er the wisps?
Grace is the only possibility.
Let it flow. Stay afloat.
