As I then lay in my fragrant, watery cocoon, I felt far from filthy and disgusting and benevolently regarded my recently exfoliated flotsam and jetsam – superfluous DNA that would shortly depart to join the multitudes of similar cast-offs (perhaps recombining in a toxic cesspool to form hideous, parasitic monsters! Ok – too much coffee this morning!) The point is, earthlings, we should pursue self-knowledge with the tenacity and vigour we pursue wealth, love and happiness.
Cede your thoughts and deny your senses, deny your own senses and surrender your soul. - moi
I don't always know what I like – nor do you...
I have likes, prejudices, needs and desires that have been subtly planted in my subconscious by agencies to which I am quite unrelated but, apparently, to which I am readily accessible. All of this while simultaneously priding myself on independent, intelligent thought and self-possession!
A noble idea but a conceit and self delusion as it turns out. I don't make a single decision that isn't filtered through the voice of the collective consciousness that smugly resides in the recesses of my mind's labyrinth. It holds an incredibly narrow point of view I've found. Now that I've discovered its sneaky, conniving existence I question the source of “my” impulses and “my” ideas.
written by Judith Garel
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