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Stimulated Emission

Again, lots of thoughts.

About electrons.

About states of being.

Forbidden states, and resonance.

Us. us us us us.

We’re all just like vibrating bits of matter. bouncing around at different energy levels.

Finding our resonance.

falling to short of excitation.

Lucky enough, once and awhile to amplify.

With the aid of a neighbor or outside influence.

Sometimes, we sync, and spontaneously….

we emit

together.

It happens.

Back to the keyboard

Back to writing.  Back to reflection.  Back to what I know I really should be doing all the time.

Still in limbo land, sustaining on future dreams and postponed accomplishments.  Plenty of hugs and hearty late breakfasts to go along.  Who could need more really?  This time will never be again, but it’s hard to remember to savor every slow and quiet moment when there is no shortage of them.  We all need contrast, and I’m not quite sure of the significance of that yet, but something scientifically and metaphysically profound I’m sure.

At least those crazy thoughts are starting to bubble up again.  Noise and information, energy and directions.  Entropy and human conciousness.  Keep on keeping on.

I keep telling a friend who is having trouble dating that every experience is an experiment where you need to try out different techniques to get results.  I need to give myself the same advice.  Stop hating myself for doing it the wrong way.

There is still much to come.

We need the courage to question the powers that be, the courage to be impatient with evil and patient with people, the courage to fight for social justice. In many instances we will be stepping out on nothing, and just hoping to land on something. But that’s the struggle. To live is to wrestle with despair, yet never allow despair to have the last word.
Cornel West (via whatshallwedo)

(Source: dishabillic)

Fire mage

Fire mage

Snowdays

Snowdays

And what happens if you transgress? If you are a journalist who gets a good interview but then actually follows up with tough questions, etc? Well, it’s obvious: you lose access. The political leader and all their supporters never go on your show or talk to you or your colleagues again. They withdraw that which is precious—access—and leave you with a void to try to fill with content. Which you of course are reluctant to face. And your producer or editor is even less reluctant to face, since they have to pay the unit’s bills. So the message from the top is clear: play along. Otherwise we lose money—and you lose your job.
Tesla.  The Problem of Increasing Human Energy

Tesla. The Problem of Increasing Human Energy

A sense of life meaning ensues but cannot be deliberately pursued: life meaning is always a derivative phenomenon that materializes when we have transcended ourselves, when we have forgotten ourselves and become absorbed in someone (or something) outside ourselves.
Irvin D. Yalom, The Theory and Practice Of Group Psychotherapy (via psychotherapy)
deadbeat, thump

ife’s lost something more than gloss.  but that’s the only real word i can put on it.

Maybe i just need a better fotographer.  capture the essence i think I’ve lost

i miss being dead beat with my dead beat friends.  that had some beauty to it that can only be explained in riot folk songs.

I thought when i quit my job I’d be beautiful again.  I’d magically make dead beat friends again.  Life would be miserably awesome again.  Wallowing and comiserating in the fuitility of life again.

Instead there’s more emptiness around.  The same I tried to run from.  I keep saying, life is elsewhere.  Thinking it was 5 years ago or in that old apartment I used to live in where I stay up all night writing songs about how life seemed to be elsewhere.  

I’m not sure it’s anywhere anymore.  It’s lost in my heart.  Lost in the photographs capturing a life that’s becoming unbearably clean.

The fragility of being human.  The swings of overbearing emotions of sunshine and inexplicable despair.  The contemplation of a dual existence of both.  Filling and emptying the body relentlessly.  Many seek to live, balancing unwaveringly between.  To afraid to wander too far from middle ground because the climb and fall both could cost so much.  we all try at some point to hold steady, but true nature will not allow it.  We are beings, vessels with no other greater attribute than to embrace and hold the color of the world and hence to have it drained and soaked by the canvas that surrounds us.  The use, the need, the purpose for living

being

feeling

experiencing…it’s deep and has a power we know only through the heaviness it leaves us with

that it moves us with

to places that defy the words we speak, defy the truths we tell ourselves.  The secret of our spectrum lies within.  muted by the walls we use to hold ourselves in middle ground.

a brilliance so bright and a darkness so deep it agonizes to look.  Contrast, yes, but beyond.  blending, mixing of all.  so full of soft and hard edges, tantalizing to touch and explore.  More, the brave ask for.  More to see and to fill and be devoid of.  Let the universe explode and collide, destroy through creation, and defy it’s existence becoming so full of everything that could ever exist, until suddenly it is one. dense and packed with no push or draw, and then,again,

it is nothing.  

and we return again to the experience of the next

bffs.
alextecat:

allisahn&jeff festin’. gainesville,fl

bffs.

alextecat:

allisahn&jeff festin’. gainesville,fl

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