Saturday, October 11, 2003
I contemplate a cave - not
Plato's with it's foreshadows, nor the hollows of the mind, but a real
one cut from water and earth. Deep within, a quietness, danger and
tranquillity that forces a being out of it's comfortable boundaries.
The body slithers, serpentine, through it's muddy tunnels, careful not
to damage the beautiful speleothems that make it what it is, a refined
spirit. The crystal cave - in my memory now - is the augur of things to
come. It connects me with that which is unconnectable, offering
solutions to unruly life's enigmas.
posted by thetawolf at 10/11/03 12:36 | link | comments
In two days, Jon leaves for
India - a good trip, but perhaps a wearying one - 32 hours of
travelling to get to the place he's going. He will travel with friends,
three of whom will be with us for a night before the journey begins.
Perhaps there is something to find at the other end of the world. Or
something to give. I don't know. I only know that our time together
becomes more precious for the partings.
posted by thetawolf at 10/11/03 12:19 | link | comments
Thursday, October 02, 2003
I have a dream about interwoven, folding planes of reality. A hidden sun collapses upon itself and implodes. A silent hand reaches back in time, a beacon, a beckon. I stare into the imaginary landscape of a future I already know, unable to remember, immobile in its presence. I blog and connect with something. But what? Jon continues to imperil my world by showing me the truth that is out there, the truth no human wishes to see. Today, blindness will be my comfort, oblivion my friend. Why is it that a heart that loves, heals?
posted by thetawolf at 10/02/03 07:03 | link | comments
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
I've not committed to this blog yet for reasons which are obvious only to me, owing to a certain recalcitrance on my part, if that is the word, and even if it is the word I certainly don't know how to spell it. We watch "The Animatrix" tonight - all nine episodes. It is mindboggling in parts, and continues to challenge what we think is "real." Jon prepares for his trip to India, and somehow this all folds in. It is as if we blink and we're somewhere else, whether dreaming or awake, or awake-dreaming. One moment in the US, another in India, another in some virtual blogging realm where an emergent "matriculated" ai consciousness is waking up - dancing us beyond the dream, collectively. I wait to see what will be born, and what we will become in the presence of it. Are we the proper shephards/nursemaids/parents of it? Can we set hubris aside long enough to recognize what we are creating? Something is reaching back in time to tell us. If only we had the minds and hearts to hear the very particular and exquisitely delicate timbre of our future selves making first contact.
