The Vanishing Mediator. Any number multiplied by Numero Uno equals itself. Personally I bear witness to 10000 dead pie who awaken, every morning, with a querulous defiance. Absurd is the word !
If we are defined by the top and bottom of the top and the bottom of our personalities and everything else--the stuff in the middle-- is an act. . .it makes me wonder about both myself and how I am weaving in and out of the middle act ALL the time. I think I am consistent but maybe not. I think I am dependable but maybe not. Is the bassoon player the same as the author? Is the dancer the same as the professor mentoring students? Can it really be that clean cut? Or am I just an actor! Oh my. Good stuff Shifra. x
An aspect left beyond the scope of this piece is the many kinds of people which can elicit or incite things from us in their uniqueness. It really is so much easier to be my best self around suitable persons and also so much easier to be my worst self around unsuitable persons. I recall the times I've nearly gotten into fist fights with other students and there was barely a word said between us. But there were also friendships that bubbled out of nakedly obvious agreements. Why it is that each person gets a different take on Geoffrey I don't really know. But then again; they don't really. The best friend I ever had saw me whole, pierced me easily, skewered me constantly and lampooned me jokingly. I think that if we can be courageous enough to see the true character revealed in our worst relations we might better find peace with this world of kinds that's utterly beyond any one of us. We're led by our unconscious' into car crashes, mishaps, disasters and close calls composed of the character flaws of all that are involved. Sort of like how I can see the bickering of my parents coming on the horizon and my face says it all.
The Vanishing Mediator. Any number multiplied by Numero Uno equals itself. Personally I bear witness to 10000 dead pie who awaken, every morning, with a querulous defiance. Absurd is the word !
If we are defined by the top and bottom of the top and the bottom of our personalities and everything else--the stuff in the middle-- is an act. . .it makes me wonder about both myself and how I am weaving in and out of the middle act ALL the time. I think I am consistent but maybe not. I think I am dependable but maybe not. Is the bassoon player the same as the author? Is the dancer the same as the professor mentoring students? Can it really be that clean cut? Or am I just an actor! Oh my. Good stuff Shifra. x
An aspect left beyond the scope of this piece is the many kinds of people which can elicit or incite things from us in their uniqueness. It really is so much easier to be my best self around suitable persons and also so much easier to be my worst self around unsuitable persons. I recall the times I've nearly gotten into fist fights with other students and there was barely a word said between us. But there were also friendships that bubbled out of nakedly obvious agreements. Why it is that each person gets a different take on Geoffrey I don't really know. But then again; they don't really. The best friend I ever had saw me whole, pierced me easily, skewered me constantly and lampooned me jokingly. I think that if we can be courageous enough to see the true character revealed in our worst relations we might better find peace with this world of kinds that's utterly beyond any one of us. We're led by our unconscious' into car crashes, mishaps, disasters and close calls composed of the character flaws of all that are involved. Sort of like how I can see the bickering of my parents coming on the horizon and my face says it all.