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27 September 2016
Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein,
Mit dir bin ich auch allein.
I am traveling here on a rock around a main sequence star in
the prime of its burn on the arm of a galaxy in a sea of stars.
There are other beings traveling with me on this rock; some want
to eat me, some what to enslave me, some just want to chat at
the bar. And yet we stand apart. I am not the mosquito that bites
me. And am not the bacteria for which I am a host, a vessel on
their journey through the sea of stars. I am not talking to
myself.
Or am I? When I share my thoughts orally with another they become
intertwined in the brain of the person with who I am speaking.
A little part of me is transferred to them. Likewise by listening
I find my brain transformed as well. The mostquito who bites me
and ingests my blood along with anything that might be living in
it incorporates a little of me before becoming a smacked bit of
black and red on my leg or flying off. They bite me more than
other people - is my adaptive immune system unable to fight them
off or do I just smell nicer? The arugula I eat for dinner
becomes food for the bacteria that enslave me, but they help me
digest it and draw nutrients from it as well. Together we are
more than the sum of the parts.
Perhaps these separations are all an illusion, maya, as the
buddhist would say - so much wool pulled over our collective
eye to hide the true nature and unity of the self. But if we are
all aspects of a single life form and "I" takes on a new and
greater meaning, then I am still alone. A pleasant fiction this,
because it allows me to cheat death as long as you live. Or is
it a great truth tha lies hidden from most, who only catch
glimpses of it when they make connections with other beings,
erasing the otherness that is the true fiction.
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In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well
enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I
think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want,
what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And
then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them.
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