Everything Collapses

campfire

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“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

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Have you ever spied on the lone figure of a person.

Not because you were a creepy stalker, obsessed with them because of yourself, making them the vessel for all of your crazy juice.

But because you just happened to see someone doing something on their own, and they caught your mind’s eye.

Sometimes the most idyllic community is someone communing with themselves.

There is a peacefulness about them even if they are far from peaceful inside. They’re doing their own thing. Dealing with their own inner chaos by themselves and not pouring it into someone else and forcing someone else to drink of a burden which they don’t want to drink.

I prefer crazy people who know they are crazy and take some alone time to figure it out by themselves, realising this is their problem (even if it involves others somehow), than those who think they’re sane (because they never look inside) and think everyone else is insane (because they project their insides onto the outsides of others).

Those who know they are crazy, usually know others are crazy too (it’s a human thing), they accept this in a natural way and… you can relax sometimes in their company. Really relax, let it all hang out a bit without needing to worry about the spillage. You know what’s yours, they know what’s theirs, sometimes the two blend a bit, but it’s okay because you know your own blends.

Those who think they’re sane and everyone else is crazy… you can never relax around them because you don’t know who you are when you’re with them. Their spillage is yours – yours is horrific to them. They’re always changing the rules, trying to control every molecule to be how they want reality to be to suit their fears and things along those lines.

My ideal community is one which realises that the concept of an ideal community is… an everything which collapses.

Sit around the campfire and burn it all away, watch it burn, use it as fuel. Then paint yourself with the ashes and claim what is yours as yours, let others claim what is theirs as theirs. None of us are clean, there’s poetry in the dirty.

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AROUND A CAMPFIRE A GROUP OF PEOPLE SIT IN SPIRITUAL COMMUNION.

KEYNOTE: The necessity to unite with kindred spirits as one enters unbeaten paths illumined by the still-insecure light of a dawning intuition of new values.

Sabian Symbol for Libra 4°

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8 thoughts on “Everything Collapses

  1. I really enjoyed your post. It put a smile on my face and in my heart. It’s nice to know there are others out there who get it.

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  2. Yup, this is so true. My husband and I are (once again) evaluating the idea of throwing in the towel and finding something different (it’s always about different, isn’t it?). He’s having a crap time at work and I am just hanging on. But … we have obligations.

    Good piece, as usual, Ursula. 🙂

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    1. Thank you 🙂

      Ah, yes, that molasses known as obligations.

      Wishing you and your hubby the best in figuring things out, sometimes you just have to take a leap… away from that with which you’re fed up. But… the devil you know may have more appeal than the one you don’t know. Trust yourselves!

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  3. This is so true, “Those who know they are crazy, usually know others are crazy too (it’s a human thing), they accept this in a natural way and… you can relax sometimes in their company. Really relax, let it all hang out a bit without needing to worry about the spillage. You know what’s yours, they know what’s theirs, sometimes the two blend a bit, but it’s okay because you know your own blends.

    Those who think they’re sane and everyone else is crazy… you can never relax around them because you don’t know who you are when you’re with them. Their spillage is yours – yours is horrific to them.”

    I much prefer being with people who are “different”, I think that is why I have always like living somewhere unconventional, like on a boat, because only different people live on boats and everyone knows everyone else is unconventional and has their own shit and is accepting of everyone else. I hated living in a condo, where everyone’s house is exactly the same and everyone talks about everyone else and for some reason I always seem to piss everyone off. hmmmm

    oh well.

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    1. Thank you 🙂

      Location, location, location – is the mantra of the real estate agent and the person seeking a new home. We sometimes think that means physical place, and it does, but it also means community of the physical place.

      The home you buy belongs to a community – do you belong in that community? Does that community want you to belong in it?

      A hard question to answer sometimes, often requires trying it out. We sometimes idealise things, places and people based on ourselves and then… things collapse.

      The problem with preferring people who are ‘different’ is when we’re not specific about what kind of ‘different’ we mean. As in, do we mean ‘different’ as in similar to the ‘different’ which we’ve decided that we are – and do those others who are ‘different’ as we think we are, think we’re their kind of ‘different’ – they often don’t because they think they’re a special kind of ‘different’ which no one else can be… or do we mean ‘different’ as in not like us, that’s easier to do as we all tend to think others are not like us – which is what others are also thinking.

      When wishing we need to be very specific or we get what we wish for and regret the wish.

      Pissing people off is easy – people find it easy to piss us off too. Similarities can be a pisser as much as a differences can. Your local noisy neighbour doesn’t like it when their neighbours are noisy. Just as the nosy neighbour doesn’t like it when others put their nose in their business. And so on.

      It’s all a bit pot luck. Kind of like seeds blown by the wind hoping to find fertile ground.

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