Dribbling

Mopey am I. A mopey mopester am I. Woe is me. Woe is me.

Pointless am I. Pointless am I. Or am I? Or am I?

I see the world through my own eyes. I see you all as expressions of my
experiences. So, my world revolves around me.

May the world bring you joy/hate/happiness/enlightenment/nibbana.

May your experiences help bring others
joy/hate/happiness/enlightenment/nibbana, and dribblings.

The dimension of depth is a difficult place to reach, and it doesn't
require being a mopey mopester. Anti-shallowness is not always about
crying and deep inner thought.

How many different thoughts are there in this world now? How many
introduced through dreams that never would have been otherwise? Feeding
on each other, like blood sucking locusts. We seek thought, we seek the
dimension of depth. Sometimes without knowing it.


We seek deep connections in women/men for that dimension of depth, but
it's almost always a disappointment in the long term.

Test after test, trial after trial. Pain after pain, until we come to
the understanding.

The synchronicities guiding us. The synchronicities misleading us.


Enjoy


George
--
"George made a good topic with this post. Plus he doesn't make
'dribbling' posts either." -- Sprained Brain/damo

To roar without jackles. A beast without a field. To be a human
without humanity.

That was a true art post, George.

It should be put in for an award.

The Urtiz Posting Awards are coming up soon.