Admitting I don't know anything is at once both freeing and terrifying. But what do I really know? My concepts are basic at the very least. I have never formally looked into any one topic to such depth that I feel I am knowledgeable on it, where I could be asked to teach it to another. I DO things without even the smallest grasp on what it is I am DOING (reiki) - who is to say when I have odd thoughts like yesterday, 3 garbage bags down dumpster, really my only 3 friends in 'the real world' and I was willingly tossing them away -- who is to say that is psychosis and not this, now, pretending that my ink stains upon this thin wood-mulch could ever possibly communicate something to anyone - even an older/wiser me?....
written in the border/indent:
Pet Shop Boys: Admitting, you don't believe, in any one's sincerity...
Madonna: Promise to try (loss of innocence)
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