VIII. THE KEY

While the language may be lovely
and the reasoning just,

the ideas themselves
may prove trivial.


What wants to contimue must not end;
what has been fully stated is
itself a conclusion.


However each sentrnce
branches and spreads,
it grows from a well-placed phrase.


Restrain verbosity
establish order; otherwise,
further and further revision.
-Lu Chi's Wen Fu

This excerpt form the art of writing. it fits perfectly doesn't it? Rounded like the seed of a tree. Rememebr that truely not every word as beautiful as it is can be backed by actual meaning. Something inspiring and worth your while.

In the same time you entrused in me, I felt a change in myself. I cannot account for this change other than a new rush of emotions. I understand now You's jaded point of veiw, sometimes I want to say fuck you to the the people who've helped me too, because they only helped me by forcing me to learn from myself or a hardship, you know that wasn't their intent. It's funny how hard people can fall from a high horse. Especially this strikes me, because as personal, or as sensual as Soul Mountain gets, he is telling the story of a country bound by it's own politics, bound so tight they cannot create express or live like the people they could be.

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You know that I am just talking to myself to alleviate my loneliness. You know that this loneliness of mine is incurable, that no-one can save me and that I can only talk with myself as the partner of my conversation.
In this lengthy soliloquy you are the object of what I relate, a myself who listens intently to me -- you are simply my shadow.
As I listen to myself and you, I let you create a she, because you are like me and also cannot bear the loneliness and have found a partner for your conversation.
So you talk with her just like I talk with you.
She was born of you, yet is an affirmation of myself.
You who are the partner of my conversation transform my experiences and imagination into your relationship with her, and it is impossible to disentangle imagination from experience.
Even I can't distinguish how much is experience and how much is dream within my memories and impressions, so how can you distinguish between what I have experienced and what are fragments of my imagination? And in the end is it necessary to make such distinctions? In any case, they aren't of any significance whatsoever.
She who is the creation of experience and imagination transforms into various images which beckon and seduce you, because you are my creation who also want to seduce her. Neither of you want to loneliness of your selves.


While I cannot begin to explain the importance of this, I can smile knowing that another human has been down that road, something to relate to perhaps? The notion, that we are all somewhat crazy, and all have a blurred reality, tuned only to what we have deemed important, Relationships, love life and loneliness. Those are all emotions, which, in a giving world I don’t think would come naturally I, think in fact, that these emotions only come after being subjected to them. So someone had to have had them yes but only on the grade scale were we so culturally immersed. We see everyday on shows who use torment for entertainment value "The Broken Hearts Club" and only again and again wonder why we also hurt of why we feel lonely? Of course we will we are taught to, and if you too don't feel jaded when someone plays a trick on you then you are the odd man out. A frustrating game, we are all "i" society is the "you" and it has created the perfect "she" which is knows we will all want. Out blurred reality becomes that.