posted July 10, 2014 02:32 AM
I'm not quite sure what this is or where to being...so I'll begin here.I'm a polymath. I can draw photo-realistically, write well, dance well, play instruments well without ever having played them, spontaneously create new music within the boundries of prescribed structures.
Most of all people call me a brain blower. I say things that blow people's minds open. But for some reason I always feel like I need to repress what I'm going to say.
It's like the taoist thing, "those who know do not speak." It's not that I'm silent because I want to know. I'm silent because I do know. I know that as soon as I say something, no matter how true I think it is, I will move further along the road and discover something new that completely reverts what I previously thought.
It's like the discovery of the higgs boson field and the implications of quantum physics. I know what quantum entanglement implies before quantum physisists do because I know so many random things from so many general topics, along all lines of cognition, sensory, intuition, feeling, etc, that the sollution presents itself to me visually.
That's why I can look at a chart and memorize it for 30 different people in a room. I know if someone is a gemini ascendant that their seventh house is the opposite sign, sagitarrius...I could pretty much calculate it instantly in my head.
I know that a paradox is the edge of our perceived reality.
But then I think it's pretty pointless to say much about anything. All that really matters is love.
All that matters is that we make the memories we won't regret. And if we do regret memories we convert them in to loving ones.
I know that when I run five miles at the two and a half mile mark I begin to cry. Part of it is from joy and part of it is from sadness. Part of it is from my personal joy and sadness and a part of it is from my transpersonal joy and sadness.
That feeling in that moment, the images of the starving children, the images of my sick loved one, the joy of my hard work, the light at the end of the tunnel during the dark night of my soul.
What is the point of writing it? Will anyone ever even read it in this day in age?
It all dissolves. I don't know what to do with my insights. I just keep them to myself. I apply them, I live them, I breathe them, and I sweat them.
But they weigh me down whether I share them or not.
Something tells me though that one day I may share or write them. One day.
I think...
I don't know...
I have sun conjunct neptune...is that what dissolves me?
What is this...what's the word for what I'm describing in the language of the planets.