2001-10-28 - 2:49 p.m.

Aah..

Room to exhale.

The scent lingers and I find that strangely comforting.

The connectedness I've experienced recently is... translinguistic I suppose? I can't begin to describe it.. luckily. Ohh Jung, your psychoid has more accuracy than I ever could have imagined...

And I stood beneath a tree for hours, succumbing to my placement in the cosmic landscape. Breathing in Tao. A sudden urge to embrace the tree was met by thorns. How amusing.. the tree could care less about my realisation and had its priorities straight. Yet it knew I loved it; its cells had loved me before Jarrod was even a passing whim, and it responded with, "We know.. we've been there. we remain." autechre paints the canvas.. and I rode that crest.

Siddharta knew it all in his negation of knowing anything..... [breathless]

And it all comes into focus... del: "there is no comparable variable." Exactly.

to b: utmost gratitude and cellular adoration. "never to detach."

there is no comparable variable to what this community possesses...