{"id":4044,"date":"2011-07-04T18:59:00","date_gmt":"2011-07-04T22:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/linaru.com\/?p=4044"},"modified":"2021-10-19T13:13:16","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T17:13:16","slug":"intensity-and-immensity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/intensity-and-immensity\/","title":{"rendered":"Intensity and Immensity"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I had thought I no option, but to conform myself to that which surrounded others’ expectations. I thought that apathetic zombies were the only terrorists in a world confronted with fear, but I was wrong. If we had dared to realize that it was us who created those rules in order to constrain those who we label as dangerous strangers, then perhaps we could have been saved before the Great Plague of the Four Twos. The Plague destroyed everything, except your soul. The Great Plague took our little boxes of belief and exposed them to the Sun. Is the Plague perhaps our only hope to regenerate everything that has been lost? It was then, exposed to the burning reality that I realized: The corrupt government and their pals, the corporate bullies, told me that I had to follow their rules because if not I would be labeled as The Undead #666. I was not the zombie, but I would be labeled as one. I would become an outlaw, whereas true zombies would be praised and reproduced in order to maintain a false state of security. I would be prosecuted for a single crime: creative and critical thinking that led me to trash their wills through my love of paradoxes. I knew that there was no right and wrong, but their “right” was selfish and abusive. There was no guidance, but their own authority. We had a big problem. There was no good beyond life, but there still were earthly dictators that told us what should the truth be: their wills. What changed with secularism? Nothing. We only replaced myth with corporate and socialist dictatorships. Both are the same using different emperor’s clothes. Are you aware of this? Please, wake up! The walls of Eden have fallen, but you still are alive in another form that the bullies can’t conceptualize:\n
Intensity and immensity as an exploding sun of love; being fulfilled as only paradoxes can. What is beyond good and evil? The fullest love, but what is that?<\/div>\n
I am everything,\r\nbut I am nothing.\r\n\r\nHow can I be both?\r\n\r\nI am everything,\r\nbut I ignore it all;\r\nI am only able\r\nto see myself\r\nas a child lost\r\nafter an innocent\r\nfall.\r\n\r\nI can run into the stars\r\nthrough my body of atomic reactions\r\nthat reaches the heavens\r\nthrough my unknown,\r\nyou.\r\n\r\nYou or me,\r\nthe one way path\r\nis blinded with belief,\r\nbut as one becomes two,\r\nthe truth is amplified,\r\nnot in cognition\r\nbut in intensity,\r\nand in immensity;\r\nI become free.\r\n\r\nA grain of sand\r\nappears to be nothing,\r\nyet it is everything\r\nin order to create\r\nthe figure of love\r\nthat I am\r\nas I press\r\nmy body deep\r\ninto the whirls\r\nand twirls\r\nof time.\r\n\r\nMy hurricane\r\ntransforms\r\nthose who touch me\r\nas we learn the curves\r\nof the repetitive\r\ninternal rhymes\r\nwhich are desires.\r\n\r\nIn movement,\r\nI am aware\r\nof the rules\r\nof this\r\nparadox.\r\n\r\nI begin\r\nto play.\r\n\r\nIn rhythm,\r\nI am both.\r\n\r\nIn process,\r\nI am both.\r\n\r\nIn freedom,\r\nI am both.\r\n\r\nBoth means\r\nbecoming\r\nmyself\r\nmultiplying\r\nselves until\r\nthe multiples\r\nbecome a self,\r\nthe parselfadox.\r\n\r\nI am a ghost\r\nnot aware\r\nof its ways:\r\nalive and dead\r\nà la même\r\nchose!\r\n\r\nThe cat without hat,\r\nthe box is a belief,\r\nthe parselfadox,\r\nmy host.\r\n\r\nIn solving the parselfadox,\r\nI become a magician\r\nwithin a spelled h-o-a-x.\r\n\r\nSeeing beyond thinking,\r\ncreating beyond feeling ,\r\nbringing meaning\r\ninto being\r\nopenness\r\nas I understand\r\nI am not dead nor alive,\r\nbut both and none\r\nat the same time.\r\n\r\nThe box has no cat.\r\n\r\nSurprise!\r\n\r\nThe cat is the box.\r\n\r\nThings move while\r\nyou are not seeing them,\r\nso your story is neither\r\nhere or there,\r\nit is nowhere\r\nand everywhere.\r\n\r\nIt is alive and dead\r\nif there is no capricious\r\nbelief waiting to dissolve\r\nyour delicious\r\nparadox.\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n
There is freedom if I am able to more away from belief into the realm of open spaces where there is nothing to tie me into a particular position. In this space, I do not have to defend myself from you because I understand your position as much as I understand mine. I am able to see through you until I become you. You see me because I expose myself to you until there is no more me. I am that which I breathe, but I am also separate from it. I am the tree whose oxygen I take (but I am not) until the tree posses my carbon dioxide, and then we both are one, although still being separate in our minds. In this together, we are able to transform ordinary consciousness and manifest ourselves through paintings, poems, stories, sculptures, gardening, architecture, humanities, philosophy, history, management, leadership, and furthermost because everything becomes a part of you as you become a part of them through an art that leads into the inexorable of still being me although being you, the paradox of life.<\/p>\n
The paradox is the enemy of the dictator’s multiple costumes.<\/div>\n
You can’t wear what isn’t there, and if it is there, how can someone wear that which we cannot see? Observe deeply because it might be there although appearing not be in order to make you believe in them. Use this knowledge and create a spell that will release us each time it appears that they might start to suffocate your voice. Freedom is everlasting if you are able to observe beyond the appearances, almost touching reality which is:<\/p>\n
I won’t tell you, but if you observe the oceanic openness within… You might just realize the truth right now. How? Stop judging and start observing, then use your analytical and synthetical head but seeing clearly in order to experience the fullest love as an expression of the paradox!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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