Awareness is only worth anything if you know what to do with all that knowledge.

Sureallism

Not here
Not there
Not really anywhere.

*Gah*

Watching people makes me feel rather ungrounded. I'm still not too sure of who I am to society or where I stand. Objectivity is impossible isn't it? So I watch people and wonder if they see the fear in my eyes.

Burn.

~Stephen R. Brown

The 2003 me

I realise I'm not a very cheerful giver.
my gifts are hardly selfless so now I wonder that when I give, is it truely in the name of Love or in the name of... me?

Anyhow i'm off to the moutains for a couple of days. Pray for my safety.

Love,
Hannah

I realise I don't have anything to say.
Strange.

usually I'm bursting with emotion, a torrent of expression but today,

Blank.

That's not too bad not too good.

I wouldn't call it peace, or restlessness, nor limbo.

Haha this is strange.

Oh well, on to something more innane, I think I'll be able to survive winter. 5 of us pulled our resources together to conjure up a very very decent meal for dinner. So it's 2 meals a day, Cereal for the first and whatever we can forage for the second. A movie or so in the evening and a gym workout session at midnight. Not bad.

House.me.winter

Being

Don't you know I've always loved you?
Even before there was time.

Don't you know I've always loved you?
And I always will
~ Third Day

This is crazy.
There is so much power flowing around moving and pushing.
There is so much tension, struggle and war.

It pushes forth from a single word, a single gesture a single espression.
And the world is new.

And I sit here, being painfully aware and yet unaware.
Being instrumental and being acted upon at the same time.

But all in all, being utterly helpless and swept up in this immense tide of change.

Move me.
\

Gah

Shut up shut up Please shut up!

"...believe me, being your own confident is not healthy."
I know... trust me.

Some changes are going to have to kick in.

So like, what now?

where do I begin?

I can't.

Dogma

Watch the movie.
It's good, in a twisted pomo way.

The point doesn't lie in the surface, but the context.

Walking
maybe, Just maybe i'd live better if I kept my feet on solid ground rather than in my mouth.

Man


One who would scream "shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!" In the middle of a silent study area before leaping on the table to rip of his clothes,

I'd say it was $20 well spent.

In the name of Love

One man come in the name of Love
One man come and go

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love.
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but not have love,
I am nothing

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flame, but have not love,
I gain nothing

One man come, he to justify
One man to over-throw.
~U2 Pride, 1 Corinthians 13

It's not about how much you know, or how right one is.
Sure it's important to get the facts right, but if you can't handle the person in love, then nothing's accomplished.
Sure it's important to speak for the truth, but if you can't package your argument in love, then it's pointless.

So sometimes in winning an argument,
By straightening the ideology,
By uncovering flaws, shortcomings, misconceptions and lack of understanding,
By proving your point,
You move in the opposite direction into pointlessness, push the person away bit by bit, create little walls.
All for the sake of a sense of personal accomplishment.

It's always about the people. the heart. the human.
Not about you and your pride,
Or how right and truth-seeking you are.
But about the people.

I have to learn to move in love and not in pride
For God shares his glory with no man.

What more in the name of Love?

Sing sing sing

"or the life that you bring won't mean a thing"

...it's a gift... a god-given talent...

and I've lost it all.

"We will definately miss your voice."
I miss it too.

When quietness gives way to silence...
... and peace to nothingness...
... and clam to stagnation...

that's the beginning of ceasation and the birth of inexistance.
... the end of being and the death of essence.

That's not quiet what it's meant to be, and the danger of it all is that the line between these concepts are almost invisible. But the difference between them is polaric.

For the Love of God.