unauthorized vulnerability

 January 6th 2009

There are many - if not few - things that enter into a capacity which without reason the most indiscriminate of practices will not destroy. I suppose fewer still would not only care to limit, but freely determine how fragile there exists some form of occupancy in what some might call 'resistance'. So much of the opportunity which we find ourselves, I think, goes marginally unprepared from the obstacles that lay before us - in a kind of lifeless cycle onward - that what there is "out there" really does not measure. Therefore, it is with this impartial view of no particular subject-matter that I truly find one is in peace. If I can find this in every day, that each thing has made its own time my efforts will not feel as in vain. My purpose here is not unpronounced, but the sign of a beginning perhaps, that no trivial nature can ignore. I suppose it is a fixing of logical consequences, in no order, that the intuitive element can become.

I might in fact equate this lack of genius, to the fact no lack of genius - would better resort to denomination of one.

I rather begin each piece of my life with having nothing, then putting together a puzzle. If to think my own resistance amounted to a surplus of fatalist notions, then I would be a singer, that would resemble a poets little validation.

The question is this: what should happen if one is lost.