Hippy Shit

Why loving others is selfish and being selfish is good:

When we love others we are expressing the love that we feel and wish for ourselves. We love ourselves and we love others when we can see ourselves in them. The “connection” that people talk about is a realization of similarity or a realization of the commonality of existence; a fading of the line between selves.  We see a glimmer of ourselves in another’s body and we become them for a moment.

We seek to love our own existence and we assume it is good to seek a binding between our belief in existence and our belief in love. Maybe when we can find love in ourselves it is then that we can get love from and give love to others. We must find something in ourselves that is worth loving or we cannot see the things that make people worth something. The more love there is in the self the more love the self can find in others.

This is why we must learn to find self-worth and inner love before we can see others as we see ourselves. We must learn to be humble and appreciate the failures and insecurities in ourselves before those things can be appreciated and loved in others. I think it is impossible to be completely selfless but if you can be selfish enough to love others as you love yourself then others would love you as much as they love themselves and then a maximum of selfishness would mean a maximum amount of love reciprocated amongst people.

Strings of words: String theory of words:

Strings of words:
String theory of words:
Words become strung together. They make things that mean things and some strings are not strings. They can be withered strings; weak and lean or they can be beautiful strings that mean beautiful things. Ugly strings have mixed up dreams of things in streams that mean nothing.  Bad strings and good strings, they are all strings unless words are alone. Lonely words are lonely things and words alone don’t mean a thing. Strings of words do many things but some strings are not strings; some things are not things.

Future Funerals

As I sweat and breath heavily on the exercise machine the future funerals of my precious loved ones flood through my mind in a series of horrible imaginings. I do not cry immediately but I feel a twinge of my future and imagine my emotional surrender. It is only an idea, only an attempt to predict and prepare for this inevitable reality. I can pretend that these things won't happen or that I might die before I have to deal with it but I know that is useless. I imagine my mom, sister, brother, best friend and imagine the news I will get one day and for each I experience just the smallest bit of what the real thing will be like. I slow down and close my eyes and remind myself that this morbid contemplation is just a thought. I clear my mind of these thoughts and try my best to forget myself and my fears. I hit the next button on the IPOD to something upbeat and positive.