2001-12-01 - 8:01 p.m.

so here I am with stream of consciousness expositions.

"I was terrified, alone in that darkness." Max....

Bought Whitman today.. and more to add to my Ginsberg compilation. Heisenberg and Schrodinger cause pulsations within and thoughts of Zeitgeist, but poetry serves as a reminder...

A reminder; a monument to that limitless beauty inherent in All.. and something is caught in my chest as I begin to choke up. Choking, gasping, a Sigh of the Ancients and Ginsberg touches me, an Entity, one quantum away, all dissolves and melts upon the canvas and I'm weeping.. but I'm too Stoic for tears, I've gone years without emotional impediment so this seems a bit irrational. I'm lost though, and the tears are endless. We are Endless. You and I.. no, just I, since you are included within Me. Still shots of what's laid out, what's extended across any actualized Instance. cosmic consciousness, a Third Eye Vision. One eye... viewing, experiencing All.

I give so much, I feel too much and someday that might cause my demise.. But no, I am a fool to think that. I don't think it all. On thought.. I'm sure you realized that I simply don't think. I am.. I Am, and without analyzation I am no longer the fool. Mit hoffen auf gestorben in deine Arme.

Emotion is beyond my grasp but why am I weeping? Walt Whitman, we are beautiful, there are no gaps, there is no separation, there is only radiance without deconstruction and analytical decay, those Western intellectuals are destroying our world, we've achieved everything, I am yours, Ginsberg is within my periphery and I'm gone but not lost....

We've reclaimed this and the Seraphim realize this is the only thing that amounts to any form of meaning.

They possess no concern... but all that matters is the space we occupy.

I was sent... to save this fucking world, at this Godsent and cursed moment. The anguish escapes Nazarene and forms scarlet lakes. And as we branch ad infinitum our tears are cleansed.