There is a sadness in peacefulness, but just a touch of it, like a gravity holding down bliss, keeping it in your heart. I don't know why it is sadness and not some other feeling that hold this bliss, this joy such that it is within, or at least within reach. But sadness is how it feels to me. Maybe it it because I can feel the End -- near or far I know not; but that it is there, somewhere, my logic, until now, remains convinced. This fragile construct of flesh and bone, mind and whatever else -- maybe it will never be destroyed in some sense, in the sense that it will only transform or trans-something such that it can find unity with another species of Being, a higher one, I would like to think, a greater one. Maybe God or the Universe or even some such Being as no man has ever spied. Whatever the case, this gentle sadness permitting my soles on these soils, my mass endurable by my own structure and force, is because I have since fallen in Love with all of this Life and Living and Madness and from this love has grown the myth of Eternal Togetherness and from belief in this, I, in the dreamy breeze of Hope, open my fictitious wings and so I must be a fool, and ever more foolish still for knowing I am a fool and being even proud of it and feeling, oddly enough all the more human for it.
I wrote this last night at work while just sitting there thinking about the peacefulness I was feeling and what the feeling of peace seemed to be made up of. And then this morning I watched a video that a friend of mine posted. It was a TED talk by a guy named Sam Harris who talked about morality and getting scientific about the matter so as to sort of eradicate the world of its harmful myths. As his bio reads, he is against religion in general because it invites excuses for undesirable human conduct. While I agree with his to a degree, I can't help but be a romantic and think that myth is essential to the human experience. The little entry I jotted down last night seems related to the whole idea.
I wrote this last night at work while just sitting there thinking about the peacefulness I was feeling and what the feeling of peace seemed to be made up of. And then this morning I watched a video that a friend of mine posted. It was a TED talk by a guy named Sam Harris who talked about morality and getting scientific about the matter so as to sort of eradicate the world of its harmful myths. As his bio reads, he is against religion in general because it invites excuses for undesirable human conduct. While I agree with his to a degree, I can't help but be a romantic and think that myth is essential to the human experience. The little entry I jotted down last night seems related to the whole idea.
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