Monday, September 10, 2012

waiting room

there is no rule bending here.
sit. with other people whose friends and dads and moms and sisters and lovers
are being cut up and invaded by someone
who has been slicing people for a long fucking time,
so don't worry.
And before that he or she probably sliced some smaller mammals, and before that some invertebrates.
They probably don't wire the jaws of many mice in med school
because i don't think a lot of mice get punched in the mouth when they aren't looking.

I just finished a book about free will and I think it was trying to tell me
to be compassionate for the man who tried to (and with very much success, did) destroy your pretty face.
The man who is guilty of restricting my kisses
to a very precise zero.
I will survive perfectly well without them
but know that a man who can constrain love so easily
alongside his distribution of violence
must be seriously void of the founding element in our universe.

In that case, Harris must speak truths - it does no good to continually withhold compassion
 from those who cannot feel it.
one cannot breathe oxygen which does not prevail in his quarters.
An interesting element indeed - that one may breathe it and only love exhales.
 it does not just pass through.
 it permeates.