...my Lord... i say it to You every time we meet... whether it's in fall creek in ithaca or the coffee and matcha spot in astoria... or in brooklyn... in your room... one of the many planets whose houses are in pisces and aquarius... ages in transition...
...we are epochs in a phantasmagoria... an ending that is heard in the sigh of an osho audience Realizing she never needed him... that his hisses are probably from the necessary release of helium from his way to big head... that somehow has breathed life into sadhguru and his get fame or die trying...
...the modern age... modernity... post modern... recreate space of the subaltern... derrida and duchamp... names and words... erasure... of a period... post college search for self in the hollow of being suddenly thwart unto institutionlessness...
...that's it... for most of our lives we are in these institutions that require us to engage with others... to be in social academeic environs... so part purposeful... part fun... ideally speaking... and suddenly high school is over... college is over... the military service at its end... done... now its time to be grown up... isolated... alone... alienated... engage in alienated labor... with people you zoom with... people who will never call you again... and on to the next...
...build meaning... build with people you are building a life with... get Close to your family and tribe... let your Work draw You Closer to Your family and not further apart...
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