Limitation

I see it in the memories of lives to come; what can simply be described as happenings not tied to emotional belonging. For someone who does not believe they belong to this mass, connections have yet still been drawn. And because of this things that seemed trite once are now bold in comparison. In finding yourself, one commonly continues the search far after it is found. The ideology of that in which one surrounds themselves, tends to be mistaken for his own ethos. Although fore-mentioned the credibility of oneself only looses out to the untrusted unconsciousness.

Bodhicitta

It's amazing to know that as a kid my thirst for questions was fueled by an idea that I had no concept of but would be lead to by the answers. I can remember wondering why I couldn't simply submit to the ritualistic routine around me. Even now, although not totally so, I am blind from the light. And although I believe to have more answers now than I did in the past, it is that I simply have more idiosyncrasies that I believe to be "growth." Once a question is posed the journey cannot simply be ended; it must be endured for the bodhi will be obtained either after the separation, or may be obcurred and utilized during ones life.

18 Minute Oneironautics

As I sat in class I remember thinking that I had a speech to give today. And even though I wasn't prepared, I knew I would be able to get through it. I asked to accuse myself for a few minutes so that I could run to my room for props. She agreed, and as I was leaving I kept thinking that I would use the demonstration from my other class. As I tired desperately to return to class on time I ran in just as the bell rang, and I had missed my opportunity...to cheat.

I was sitting in my room wondering what the commotion down the hall was. As I opened my door, I realized that this place was not my home, but some where that I couldn't place but all otherwise accepted. She bent over me with a lost expression about her. She didn't want to be there.

I found myself at the edge of world, experiencing what I can only describe as a lecture on the effects of existentialism vs film and literature. A colleague of mine, seemed very much involved in the process; someone who otherwise would not be, for as much as I know of him. As I listened to the professor congradulate those on their input, I felt compelled to visit the ground floor. I approached the stage and was immediately surrounded by those who would mean harm to me. I killed a man that I quickly became, and as I felt my soul touch my skin I urged to see the sky as I collected. I could feel the light rush through me as it resuscitated my consciousness I could hear the sound of water collecting around me. And as I pulled my head out of my body I can remember thinking that perhaps memories are too unstable at an early age because the soul may not have fully pieced together.

-And you will come to find that we are all one mind. Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable- JMK