I throw in my lot with the cosmic evolutionists. There's some kind of circular enfoldment, a forward movement, a 'no turning back' empowerment.
This 'churn and burn' of existence, this look of chaos, madness, suffering are manifestations of change. There is hope in the change, the melding of old materials, new combinations creates the new, the unexpected, the miraculous? We live in the forge, the cauldron, of a universal alchemy.
So I guess I'm saying, I changed up my chemical mix and I'm feeling lighter, more in the moment. Downed a bottle of fermented grape last night and watched a basketball game. I opened a new door. Is it really that simple? Transformation comes from inside and works outward. From dumps to sunny in a blink of an eye.
whitewolfsonicprincess' 2nd single Child of the Revolution
Thursday, May 20, 2004
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