this blog entry

it was somewhere in a fairy tale, or maybe it was a dream
that sublimental veritas may not always be as it seems
as beauty seduces the soul and flesh vibrates esteem
passion beyond knowing life is better than ice creams

how much do you dare to feel
how much do you dare make real
how much do you dare share
how much do you dare care

what world will be where buttered toast becomes a gourmet treat
will passion be swallowed by fear, will fear know victory
how numb can we become before we deny our defeat
or has it already become our reality

how much do you dare…
(rinse, lather, repeat)

you may be the only one who understands what i am about to say, or what i said, or what you read (which is the most likely of all truths), but whether the great passion of this life for you is classical intellectualism, modern farce, raging sounds, luscious tastes, sensuous textures, gushing passion, or any specific experience, you can only imagine meaning in your fantasies until you actually share it in the physical reality of breathing where blood, sweat, tears, and various other bodily fluids flow regularly… it is your call, hopefully you won't forget the number…

even if it, this physical touch of life, is all fantasy as illusionary as any other, and what if love itself was the grandest illusion of all… we can only hope that those who do take advantage, and we all do from time to time, do as little harm as possible and let love rise above fear to leave a good taste in our experience… positive memories and such, for smiles are like starlight, they shine on long after we are gone…

and then, while we were minding our own business, or someone else's, or even reading these words, we find that almost recently, z0tl suggested that he was NOT off his rocker, no wait, i'll let the words speak for themselves:

the last mortal z0tl becometh so when he disembowels z8tl the aortal portal schmortal, nyuk-nyuk, quasar don't get the concept of sublimation, because like when water boils to vapor, it's not like the h2o atom is the soul of water, dodo!

i'm still ON my rocker, contrary to message interpretation.

what i'm saying is, the concept of mortal/immortal is just as good to you as bicycle to fish once you're no longer in this form.

where i am, there is no death, where death is, i am not!

yes, so you see, the brilliance of random selection as this abstract comment becomes immortalized for all posterity in this blog entry that shall, for now and beyond the end of time, be known as this blog entry, and as such be integrated into the interlinked highways and byways of cyberspace for any and all to peruse and partake of in whatever fashion they might explore or choose, if choice is possible… but you know that i did not lead you to this point for egoless reasons, so let's get to my response to the comment quoted above, for posterity would want to know, even if you do not:

rockers are good...

so many beliefs, so few answers, but what light by yon window breaks...

V for Vendetta is on again, following Arlington Road, which deserves a sequel that could outshine the first as Terminator 2 outshown (or perhaps it outshined) Terminator...

it is not to lament the disillusioned patriot's lament "if only there was a cause worth dying for" but truly to ponder the way to die for a cause that would actually shake up enough people to effect a functional change in the consciousness, beliefs, and behavior of humanity...

yeah, and chocolate fudge sauce... don't forget the chocolate fudge sauce...

breathe deep, the ethereal ooze...

stand, arms outstretched to the sky above that pours down rain to wash away your tears and feel the thunder and lightning crash all around you to flash away your fears, embrace your worst and find your best rise up from your deepest core which is, perhaps, the most positive of all infinite possibilities and this is, perhaps, one cathartic way to reach such a state of being, to experience completeness, awareness, consciousness, and ultimately, happiness…

of course you could also bask in the blazing sunshine, feel the scorch of radiation on your skin, the beads of perspiration trickling along your creases, the air expanding in your lungs so hot, there seems to never be room for enough and as you gasp deeply, trusting yourself to the burning gases in the sky, experience the same cathartic enlightenment just before you find shelter or fry to a crisp…

we may never know which is best, the waters of life, the fires of death, or, perhaps something somewhere in between… in the end, life requires the balance… without the balance, there is elemental existence, but nothing such as that which we know as life… and what wonders might exist in consciousness there, in that elemental extreme, we may imagine to be better or worse, but likely pure, whatever it is…

somewhere in a fairy tale, or maybe it was a dream,
that sublimental veritas may not always be as it seems

and all that is left is this blog entry…