"Space flights are merely an escape, a fleeing away from oneself, because it is easier to go to Mars or to the Moon than it is to penetrate one's own being." C. Jung
How dark would it have to be to fill in the dots of the constellations? Know the wisdom of their stories? Is it with silence or study that we tune into the music of the spheres? How much stillness does it take to stop the sirens? Shhhhhh. Find the pulse. shhhhhh I am breathing in. I am breathing-- shhhhhhitfuck. This is harder than it seems. Rage buzzes in my teeth - the closest it will come to my tongue. lalalalaaaaaalullaby. I want to sleep through the day and only wake up without trembling lip and welling tears that don't cost a dull heart. My dreams exhaust me but innerspace is no closer. I want to eat without stopping and skim the surface of every distraction. Not me. Not me. Not me. No mirrors, please. I am a pocket calculator, a Franklin planner, a tax payer, e-mail ridden, BMI, PIN, shit factory. Give me more time and I'd simply play computer solitaire and never be alone. For a space journey to penetrate my being, its secret must be inaccessible but the path accessible to me in a daily way. ~ "It must be unique, and it must exist geographically. The door to the invisible must be visible." Mt. Analogue, Rene Duamal I am breathing in. I am breathing out. I am breathing in. I am breathing out. Imagine there is a way to study the cosmos kinesthetically, playing within the laws governing it, reminding ourselves of all we know about gravity, through these strictly defined movements and the patterns made by dancing. I'm picking up a signal, Captain. SG
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chelsea
5/19/2011 05:40:15 am
"A good traveler has no fixed plans
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JGP
5/25/2011 12:05:19 pm
If we agree with Deluc, and regard the air as æther condensed by gravitation, it will follow, that if the earth were the only great body in the universe, its atmosphere would know no bounds. But, as there are other globes, air at a certain distance must commence to gravitate towards them, and, ceasing to dilate, condense itself anew. This however conveys to us no positive information.
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