speaking freely

We had reached that stage in our perennial evolution where holy thoughts no longer exist and one can speak one’s mind freely, and the night shot back an answering fragrance: too far to the stars, but it was here in its intimacy that wraps you in permissiveness, leaving you free as it wanes to learn more about your special thoughts or any ideas you might have.

J.A., “The New Spirit,” p333

Dismantling holy thoughts, leveling, deconstructing, smashing, making fun of with multiplicities, and competing divine imagerie.

Left with very little, as far as I can see. Little specks of light, too far.

Writing during the day, not at night. Absorbed in the business, the business of believing.

Longing for that permissiveness, that intimate ear of air, that listens to me, like the Ideal Adult that wanes, that wants to hear my special thoughts and any ideas I might have.