I had a good night tonight. For once. I don't know, every night seems full of its own consequences and disguises. I think this is the state of mind I used to be in...
When you hid, it was to protect you from danger. You always had to have walls up; past experience proved this. I stopped when I was destroyed. The walls broke; I was standing naked and utterly obliviated. The obliviated seek naught more than more oblivion. It is home. Keeping the walls up is tiring, though, and eventually,inevitably, they will come crashing down.
I am in my bubble. I shattered it. One who has experienced oblivion and has come back tends to no longer seek it except in the small things. Just a little taste...
Experiencing true oblivion and returning has an odd brief aftereffect...you lose days. I suppose they're the toll fare.
I have a purpose for all of these ramblings. I dunno if it's visible or not...
Heh. Tonight was good 'cause the bubble was there and gone at the same time...
Mindsets. Whee....
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There is nothing wrong with being in a bubble without separation there is no true understanding. no perspective. It is true that bubbles are distancing and protective by design but distance and protection are not evils that need to be avoided....
~robert.
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