Fractures Altogether.

And then everything that exists, as one breathing system, peers through her eyes, his eyes, their eyes, to experience a perspective and inhabit a special space in time -- a knot that dances within a meshwork of everything. And as the gaze moves, altogether everything moves with it, feeding it and being fed by it. ... Read More: https://christicomplex.wordpress.com/2017/03/22/fractures-altogether/

Let go of all else and just love.

Sometimes, the healthiest thing we can do for ourselves is to stop trying to fix things. Maybe things don’t need to be fixed, or at least not necessarily by us nor for us. Maybe nothing is broken and things are just fine to change sometimes. Maybe it doesn't need to hurt.  Sure, we can cry things …

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Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry

    In approaching identity, I like the visualization of "approaching" identity in a way similar to evaluating the 'limit' as x approaches a value, where x is a representation of a "space-time" dependent reality, and where identity, as f(x), is a function of space-time. As observers, we are likely only able to estimate an expected identity …

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Infinity and Identity (First Draft)

Draft 2 here Let’s suppose that one means of approaching identity, considered here as an expression of place among existing possible places, is informed by a combination of elements: past and present experience, moment-to-moment decision-making, motives and deliberations, and the ways by which outcomes affect us, among other things. Perhaps this conception of identity can …

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Escape by Transformation

There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it's like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If not for this, I could get lost in the transitive space between moments... Maybe my world is just a Rubix cube, twisting colorful facets about one …

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The Indigence of Inhibition

Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks, to take a panicking person and make her new, refurbished from the rubbish that'd convened in recess? 'Oft caught naked and rocking by the inward eye, arms wrapped tightly 'round …

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artistic ones and zeros, old computer magic

“Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”

Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between rounded temples. Rising and falling, the rhythm of the sternum picks up as the heart races and breathing becomes silently short and swift. What am …

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“Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling, briefly, retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk.”

Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling briefly, and retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk. She is her heart; it beats in sync with love, glowing for the world, but shrouded by palms gently swaying against a palette of pink, purple and pale orange. She is …

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Quick freestyle. Add more?

Tapping restless fingers to this beat inside my soul, do you know this symphony of sympathy's great toll? From yonder side of veiling pane where warm breath licks iced glass, from the outer side of this guo (国) that divies us by class. We are all a single thing- a thing beyond the scope, of these …

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“Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy

We each struggle to balance our passionate vulnerabilities with our comfortable securities. Then we find there is something comfortable in our vulnerability, and something secure in our passions, and that our ideas on life and the way we are is not so straight forward. It’s tangled — a cosmic interplay of elements, of observations, feelings …

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