But wait, there's more...
Oct. 4th, 2004 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaxjediNow time to let my mind wander....
There was a time I believed that I was not a Discordian. Because I had forgotten how to laugh. But I realize that it's not about whether I am laughing or not, but rather whether there is laughter. Just it's been my turn to be the straight man (don't take that out of context).
My daughter is asleep on the sofa. And I can see the destruction she has wrought on the living room behind me. Such a small thing can cause so much trouble, so much pain. But she is asleep now on the couch. And she is my cute little girl. She is my little poem.
And I realize that she is the joke. And we are the target of that joke. These years have been hard. But I have survived. I have become stronger. Harder. Wiser. More Clever. The pressure has been enough to break. And it continued even when I broke and it left me no quarter. And I have transformed like stone under the weight of mountains.
Somewhere Eris is smiling. Not because she is sadistic. But because she is hopeful. And she says to herself, "Finally, someone gets it." (Either that or something about getting a better scriptwriter for her lines *g*)
I remember a quote, from Aeon Flux. "That which does not kill me, makes me stranger." And I am not dead yet. So I guess that explains how I got to where I am.
I believe in magick. Because that's the world I want to live in. I believe in faeries. Because I want them to exist. And sometimes, that is all it takes. I live in a strange fictional world. A world where linking books are as important as check books. Where I drink from people's auras when they come. Where I can conjure cultures into reality by making up a language for them. A world where I am a disciple, a prophet and a monk.
Now, isn't that a nice place to live? I think I'll stay for a while.
Time to sleep. Another trial awaits in the morn, and the Rope Witch is in my immediate future. Maybe they'll be time for salvation after dinner....
There was a time I believed that I was not a Discordian. Because I had forgotten how to laugh. But I realize that it's not about whether I am laughing or not, but rather whether there is laughter. Just it's been my turn to be the straight man (don't take that out of context).
My daughter is asleep on the sofa. And I can see the destruction she has wrought on the living room behind me. Such a small thing can cause so much trouble, so much pain. But she is asleep now on the couch. And she is my cute little girl. She is my little poem.
And I realize that she is the joke. And we are the target of that joke. These years have been hard. But I have survived. I have become stronger. Harder. Wiser. More Clever. The pressure has been enough to break. And it continued even when I broke and it left me no quarter. And I have transformed like stone under the weight of mountains.
Somewhere Eris is smiling. Not because she is sadistic. But because she is hopeful. And she says to herself, "Finally, someone gets it." (Either that or something about getting a better scriptwriter for her lines *g*)
I remember a quote, from Aeon Flux. "That which does not kill me, makes me stranger." And I am not dead yet. So I guess that explains how I got to where I am.
I believe in magick. Because that's the world I want to live in. I believe in faeries. Because I want them to exist. And sometimes, that is all it takes. I live in a strange fictional world. A world where linking books are as important as check books. Where I drink from people's auras when they come. Where I can conjure cultures into reality by making up a language for them. A world where I am a disciple, a prophet and a monk.
Now, isn't that a nice place to live? I think I'll stay for a while.
Time to sleep. Another trial awaits in the morn, and the Rope Witch is in my immediate future. Maybe they'll be time for salvation after dinner....
