On Freedom or Myself

Inexplicable.
The pressure.

For the sake of the argument I ask that we ignore that there is a debate on what is Individual - let´s just take it for granted - for one reason or the other - we think, I think, I am an individual.
With a sense of freedom.
With a sense of justice.
With a sense of personal space.

And this is actually the point I will use against myself in order to try to figure out, to try to convince myself that there is space for everyone.

Comparing?

Big error.

Which comes precisely from my thinking about myself about an individual person that did this to get that - so how come that one who did that ended up with something else. Or with the same thing I ended up with.

What is justice?
Can I understand it?
Probably just as well as I can understand the sense of my "I".

So there is this storm, smothering me. Cutting all the air for me to inhale. I am dying.

Dry as a dead flower.

Courage is the power to let go of familliar.
as stated by Raymond Lindquist


I just wish someone like God could come down and explane me once and for all - how does it all work - so I can stop wasting time in trying to figure it out and just go on with my life.

Call a person on a date.
Make dinner.
Tape my feet so my skin doesn´t burst open the next time I do a run of repertory.


Let the storm pass.
Let the storm pass.
Let the storm pass.

And then all will be ok.