Tuesday, December 30, 2008
constant lubrication
We are born into the machine that spins with constant lubrication of the flesh and blood of tireless hearts and broken backs. The people from the past were no different than we are now and they were grounded up just like we are being grounded now. However, we no longer have to measure up to the people who can no longer tell their tales and spin their webs just as we do. The machine is equipped with every sort of pain you can imagine. With that imagination one can dream up the worst of nightmares along with the most pleasant of child-like dreams that allow us to wander freely among the spirits that surround us. The machine allows this because outside the machine is a pleasant valley where the only sounds are the wind brushing the caterpillars from the leaves and thumping them down upon another below. Within our machines we must maintain a sense of our dreams. It is through this mechanism that we can see through the residual effects of all our shortcomings and false hopes based entirely on fiction and want. We all lubricate the future with our discontent.
abandon
I want to abandon my want and trade it in for desire. I want to know the differences between the two and be able to contribute to the plus side of this dichotomy. Desire is the driver while want is the social side that always works concurrently with the, " keep up with the Jones's mentality." Desire can never drive the social because it always changes and flows with the times, want changes and responds to the times in the form of falacy and false desire. Like the false representatives who claim this but are actually that, so too is wanting. Desire is always based in the perfect fantasy which should be our everyday while wanting is always based in the here and now and is completely made up and responsive.
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