Update: Security Alert! Somebody randomly breaks into my journal, leaves disjointed prose, then disappears into the ether. I'm going to find out, someday...
I've noticed that the majority of journals here generally attest to inebriation or other altered state of consciousness, debilitating horniness, gluttony, or sloth, with the balance either a swoon or a swoop directed toward the object of a member's affection. None of this applies to my friends list, since they are unique and virtuous unto themselves.
I am unguided in how to describe nothingness, or more correctly the consciousness of action without intention to achieve anything for others. Today I did exactly what I intended to do and accomplished what was planned; all had little meaning or value to anyone other than myself. It takes long reflection to go past the restraints and boundaries of social purpose and economic value, and this can be viewed either as illness or enlightenment.
Yesterday was illness. Excessive recrimination indiscriminately directed at others and myself. Unrealized expectations. People around me fabricating promises to placate those who deserve the truth, and I am ashamed. Pushing and pulling thin jute strings, which only yield or coil to no effect.
Today was enlightenment. I balanced by the release of all dreams and goals, and a focus on action: wield the hammer and heat the steel until it has conformed to my own sense of beauty; score the glass and strike it sharply so the fragments fly away to reveal a vision; compose a sentence only I will read; observe the reflection of light on the infinite sky.
A church window originally built in 1887, but this glass was restored recently. Professionally done, but not to the original copper and lead joining of the pieces. Personnally, this "modern" technique for restorations is shit.
I've noticed that the majority of journals here generally attest to inebriation or other altered state of consciousness, debilitating horniness, gluttony, or sloth, with the balance either a swoon or a swoop directed toward the object of a member's affection. None of this applies to my friends list, since they are unique and virtuous unto themselves.
I am unguided in how to describe nothingness, or more correctly the consciousness of action without intention to achieve anything for others. Today I did exactly what I intended to do and accomplished what was planned; all had little meaning or value to anyone other than myself. It takes long reflection to go past the restraints and boundaries of social purpose and economic value, and this can be viewed either as illness or enlightenment.
Yesterday was illness. Excessive recrimination indiscriminately directed at others and myself. Unrealized expectations. People around me fabricating promises to placate those who deserve the truth, and I am ashamed. Pushing and pulling thin jute strings, which only yield or coil to no effect.
Today was enlightenment. I balanced by the release of all dreams and goals, and a focus on action: wield the hammer and heat the steel until it has conformed to my own sense of beauty; score the glass and strike it sharply so the fragments fly away to reveal a vision; compose a sentence only I will read; observe the reflection of light on the infinite sky.
A church window originally built in 1887, but this glass was restored recently. Professionally done, but not to the original copper and lead joining of the pieces. Personnally, this "modern" technique for restorations is shit.
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I haven't been to Argentine yet. The job was confirmed last year but actual shooting will start by autumn this year.
I believe the window would also have lost part of it's power if the restoration was done "right". You can't restore soul. I just came back from a trip to Tokyo. The sword museum of the NTHK is one of my favorite places in this world. It's a rather small place crammed with blades that are overwhelming. Pieces of art and very well constructed tools for killing humans in one.