basic food

Is language my basic food — like air is to my being?
Is it that I prosper with it and can’t live without it?

Is life based on a language built on four chemical letters
that are beginning to be understood? Does matter too
have a language which has been understood deeply
for a while but not completely?

Is the wordless existence that can’t be understood or unraveled
the it I’m looking for or the it I must avoid?

magical thinking

Is the everlasting torture of non-believers any religion’s achilles heel?
Why did this play for power go unquestioned for so long?
Would the threat of being burned alive keep us in line?
At least in public?

Is this the kind of thing that wakes one up
to wonder if hell and heaven are just words?
Just memes?

Can logic wound magical thinking so that language collapses
for a moment or two leaving a frightening awareness?

Is it that language is not about to collapse for very long on its own?
But what about magical thinking collapsing?

What’s the difference between Santa and heaven and hell.?
(answer below)



Nobody has to die to find out Santa’s not real.

the special dream

Is it possible to wake up and never be able to dream me, the special dream, again? Do I manufacture threats or problems via language to protect my position?

Is being a failure in life as good as or perhaps even better than success
at keeping me on my throne?

Is it that I work hard to pull the trigger which will put a failure or fear to rest and when I do, does a new category of failure or fear automatically slide into the chamber?

Do satisfactions and dissatisfactions and uncertainties and certainties and expectations keep me on automatic? How do I search for the truth? Is it that the way to fulfillment is the opposite of striving?

Is there hovering in me a gyroscope of awareness that’s beyond imagining which I use as a background for me the main attraction?