"What we say are truths
our shattered souls
and our intentions
are what become criminal"
Margaret Atwood
Before beginning with all of this, it's necessary I speak of the pain. I don't say so because you've arrived here with suffering, if not to let you know that pain is nothing more than a defect in our senses, just when we try to learn of new things. And, you've arrived beneath the promise of experiencing something of newness. Don't worry. There will be no pain that can harm you here.
Do you recall seeing light directly for the first time like a burning arrow that pierces your head? Think of the first time you breathed in and it was as though your chest were filled with broken glass? Now the pain forms a part of your life and is inextricably woven in it.
Repeat after me: life is a part of pain and vice versa. I'd like you to repeat it as we learned to repeat things in school. Like that. Over time you'll comprehend pain of a magnitude that exceeds existence. Now do you see the beautiful, inevitable, and transcendental results of suffering?
Remember your childhood pains. Have you ever broken a bone or been seriously injured?
As a child you would cry. For cold or hunger. Then you believed that pain arose in the body, but I assure you you suffered more over your abandonment. Then you discovered all at once how remote the world could be.
However it's been so long since you cried over that and nothing something else: what you suddenly found in the nighttime, like crashing in the darkness against dark stone. Think of the last or the first time you cried over a word or a gesture by someone you love. When you found that there are other walls, more distant and painful than your own skin.
Skin is an organ of pain. Haven't you heard that proverb that states "trust the person you'd touch a flame for?" Don't reverse those words in vain. You should learn by pain what you lack so that you'll learn what your true necessities are, pain is also a signal of something lacking, one that weighs on the stomach, which si not that of the body and it bleeds, bleeds heavily every time you see, hear, or feel. To that goes mutilation. Skin only looks for the equilibrium between the inside and the outside.
By chance is there a sleeping soul, damaged and cold in the engine of the vehicle known as a body? Necessities can't be ended without increasing suffering. Without this pain there'd be no will. You should recognize palm to palm that walls of your crypt so that pain doesn't take possession of you and turn you into its instrument. It's important that you see the walls of your solitude. For due alone to solitude your pain has own name: yours.
Sometime in your solitude there raw harmonies: the reflection of autumn light, summer foliage, the certain music of the rain...I see much through the wounds.
Loneliness and suffering are all that actually belong to us. We own nothing beyond our own body. Blood is in the end a principle. Haven't you been heard saying that you'd rather lose a leg or have an eye poked out before losing a loved one? Now let's see if that's true.
our shattered souls
and our intentions
are what become criminal"
Margaret Atwood
Before beginning with all of this, it's necessary I speak of the pain. I don't say so because you've arrived here with suffering, if not to let you know that pain is nothing more than a defect in our senses, just when we try to learn of new things. And, you've arrived beneath the promise of experiencing something of newness. Don't worry. There will be no pain that can harm you here.
Do you recall seeing light directly for the first time like a burning arrow that pierces your head? Think of the first time you breathed in and it was as though your chest were filled with broken glass? Now the pain forms a part of your life and is inextricably woven in it.
Repeat after me: life is a part of pain and vice versa. I'd like you to repeat it as we learned to repeat things in school. Like that. Over time you'll comprehend pain of a magnitude that exceeds existence. Now do you see the beautiful, inevitable, and transcendental results of suffering?
Remember your childhood pains. Have you ever broken a bone or been seriously injured?
As a child you would cry. For cold or hunger. Then you believed that pain arose in the body, but I assure you you suffered more over your abandonment. Then you discovered all at once how remote the world could be.
However it's been so long since you cried over that and nothing something else: what you suddenly found in the nighttime, like crashing in the darkness against dark stone. Think of the last or the first time you cried over a word or a gesture by someone you love. When you found that there are other walls, more distant and painful than your own skin.
Skin is an organ of pain. Haven't you heard that proverb that states "trust the person you'd touch a flame for?" Don't reverse those words in vain. You should learn by pain what you lack so that you'll learn what your true necessities are, pain is also a signal of something lacking, one that weighs on the stomach, which si not that of the body and it bleeds, bleeds heavily every time you see, hear, or feel. To that goes mutilation. Skin only looks for the equilibrium between the inside and the outside.
By chance is there a sleeping soul, damaged and cold in the engine of the vehicle known as a body? Necessities can't be ended without increasing suffering. Without this pain there'd be no will. You should recognize palm to palm that walls of your crypt so that pain doesn't take possession of you and turn you into its instrument. It's important that you see the walls of your solitude. For due alone to solitude your pain has own name: yours.
Sometime in your solitude there raw harmonies: the reflection of autumn light, summer foliage, the certain music of the rain...I see much through the wounds.
Loneliness and suffering are all that actually belong to us. We own nothing beyond our own body. Blood is in the end a principle. Haven't you been heard saying that you'd rather lose a leg or have an eye poked out before losing a loved one? Now let's see if that's true.
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