On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.
ToC, H. Miller

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

I spy a radio transmitter

I surmise with my inner eye...

...the more contradictions and complexities I see within myself, the more I am aware that I am the simplest wavelength imaginable, and the discord I see is my intersection, dissection, and reflection with other frequencies.

...we are all one frequency, some of us are just humming off key.

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