SOME TIMES + You remember that u are not the center of the universe, that u are just some tiny speck on a tiny speck lost in the vastness of tiny specks and that u have no name, no care that is felt on the other side of the center. And when you remember this you can see things as they move, learn things you never knew about people you thought you did, hear sounds you never heard before in the silence, some voices so loud they seem deafening in the center, but become only white noise in the turning of the cheek. I have so many books in me, books of words, of acid, of numbers, given over to the edits of time. It is hard to admit the truth when lies have bent you over the knee of God, but i am not above the law, have no recourse in the story i am writing, am not beyond reproach. And the truth is only another step away, that this body has its weakness, that the mind is attatched by a thin cord, that reason stands to seperate the spirit from the body, unless that reason is allowed to swirl around in the vastness, and is put in its place. Then it can be a vehicle for healing, for revolution, and we have seen this in the example of our spirit guides, our Jesus, our Buddah, our Muhammad. They reasoned that if we are only a part of this vast conduit, only a tiny peice of God's creation, then we must sometimes let go of our facts in order to see the truth, that we must be free of the self, and its fears, and let this hugeness push us around, become a part of the essential movement of the stars, the planets, the winds, the people in our lives that are there for us to love, and be loved by. We must become a part of ourselves again, that part that was never seperate from the center, but was always pulling us back there, on that thin cord that connnects our feeble mind, with the rest of the universe, and God.