01 February 2010
"I am having a conversation you cannot hear." -George Hearst Deadwood-
I typically equate myself as a mouth, unhinged at the jaw like a snake, ready to swallow anything and everything without ever realizing what anything and everything truly are. I am a giant maw leading to the belly swelling under the contents of an infinite ocean. The only way to expunge, to purge, is to create. Every bit absorbed, every single particle that swirls down the hole turned again outward, reassembled. These are the pieces on my palette.
What I want more than anything is to better understand how and in what ways this can be utilized. I desire purpose. Purpose gives strength and momentum which facilitate creation. My cup runeth over-I need to learn how to pour some of it out before I burst.