Tell me something. Anything. Tell me that our thoughts dive in the same oceans trying to make it to the shore of, what? I don't know. Survival? Or maybe to be buried for good. At least, there they would find a mutual world where things would seem close to sanity.
Let those worms eat at their depth so that the surface would still pulsate, and maybe make it to another thought, deeper. And maybe they would dive again and finally kiss the sunlight on the surface, a deeper thought on the surface. The paradox we need.
Let them find the mutuality above. Let us connect somehow with thoughts, without getting caught. Without false accusations that we're driving the wrong ideas. Like sinners. Let us breathe into this mutuality to leave the good we could revive. And live the worse we could set right.
Let those worms eat at their depth so that the surface would still pulsate, and maybe make it to another thought, deeper. And maybe they would dive again and finally kiss the sunlight on the surface, a deeper thought on the surface. The paradox we need.
Let them find the mutuality above. Let us connect somehow with thoughts, without getting caught. Without false accusations that we're driving the wrong ideas. Like sinners. Let us breathe into this mutuality to leave the good we could revive. And live the worse we could set right.
