today I woke up with little doubt in the possibility of a multipliticy of hells,
most of them not so unfamiliar, there you are sitting and your desk, staring at the computer screen, and thinking to yourself, what did I do to deserve this hell,
well, may of us are just lost, few of us are aware that this is a choice, not one made for us, but one reinforced by the individual, the choice, trap of our own choosing, not to say that it is not possible that there is such trap, such spendid hell that would be worth an eternity of torment, the romances suggest as much, so many choices, so many path, but they all lead back to the same point, and the circiut continues, If you could span the gap of the infinite realities, and find the you that exists in the highest state of bliss, he would still be entrapped in one of these hells. Sarte says hell is other people, I belive it has more to do with the process of differentiation, or the inescapable feeling of seperation, which is only at rare moment overcome in this life, love is an active persuit of shedding the ignorance of this differention, seeking those experiences. I know I have tried to express this before but I think one of the most beatiful loving expression of life is the smiling face of an elder who's has eyes with the depth of many tears, something I associate with The Blues, and great blues performers....I have to say it took me a while to get the blues, when I did it's just sorta hit me, like oh, something very different from an intellectual experience, that touches the depths of the human soul, and again shed the illusion of seperation that traps us in this field of time and space.
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Hey there: I just now had a quiet moment to myself to set down and read some of your site. I get so busy that I often forget to take the time to do the little things that I want to do, and reading some of your posts were enjoyable. You have a great way with words. See you around online. Take good care.
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