Perpetual Emotion

All up in the feels

I’m awash in the splendors of the vibe. I’m all into the glory of being a part of the universe. I’m soaking wet with the feelings. Sweating to the gathering heat. Shivering in the eternal cold.

Don’t worry it shall pass. All things must pass. Everything unfolds, everything deteriorates. We survive by faith, that the floor under your feet will be there when you step. The skies will always be blue. The clouds will roll away. Life goes on. Go on your own pace.

WHERE AM I

It feels so good to be going somewhere. The road is a comfort, it speaks volumes about our psyche that we are born to roam. Being a Western US AMERICAN where things are far apart, it’s more than a feeling, especially when you hear that old song you used to play. I begin dreaming….. Dreaming is free.

Where was I? Oh yeah, getting all emotional about it. Better not let it take over. You must have some emotion to keep from flatlining, but not too much, lest the crowd calls you crazy. They probably do anyway. Perhaps you like that. Possibly, that is your “schtick".” Your moneymaker. Your shield. And your sword. Soldiers of the absurd, armor up. Don’t tell them you’re sane. But you are.

So much work to penetrate the aura, it keeps the casuals at a distance. You don’t want the normies to understand, rejecting them before they reject you. Don’t join the club. Do not be cool. It’s a trap. Avoid expressing any enthusiasm for anything. They will never know the truth, so why tell them? They won’t understand. Perhaps they are weirdos inside, and you frighten them. Don’t be scared. They are not your responsibility. Any more than any other creature.

INTO THE ETHER

There are questions. I hear them. I will not always address them, but I know they are there. Am I afraid, or perhaps I don’t want to be distracted. The mission. What is the mission? Where do you find inspiration? What inspires you? Do you forget what you know to display what you’ve learned?

You seem dry. Empty. Spent. Devoid of meaning and substance, a husk on two legs. You can still walk, and you should. You do what you can. While you can. Don’t do anything you are told to do. As an invisible old, all you have to endure is a young telling you it’s different this time. And it is a different time. That won’t mean a different outcome. All empires have the same arc as lives, even the personal ones. BIRTH-GROWTH-MATURITY-DECLINE-DEATH. That will never be different. And that is the way of things. This orgy of consumption is nearing completion. Bye and bye something new will arise on the ruins. The poisons will pass. The great works will crumble and decay. And you want to live forever?

Get over it.

^{Jeremiah 1. 19-20}

It is just like a beam of the temple, but their hearts, it is said, are eaten away when crawling creatures from the earth devour them and their robes. They do not notice when their faces have been blackened by the smoke of the temple.

ACE OF SPADES

You know I'm born to lose
And gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't want to live forever
And don't forget the joker

Edward Alan Clarke / Ian Kilmister / Philip John Taylor