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The Philosophy of Ice Cream

Ice cream is very serious business. It is as serious as delight. Delight does not have much time so rather than sitting it around, it goes around playing its sound and dreaming of change and when delight shows its face, everyone becomes filled with play, dreams and joy.

Delight has no voice so when delight becomes the sun- joy sings their favourite song and dream holds everyone- it is only play that lets the feelings of itself enter the temporal world in drips and drops. They share themselves through ice cream and everything sweet.  Delight only lasts as long as a second. Delight is the feeling of sun, warming your eyes.

You can’t take it. You will burn, if you held it too close. If your retinas, know all it can hold. How can you hold a feeling that runs into heat whenever it meets anything that exists?  

The philosophy of ice cream is just this.

Photography by Nova.

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A family of broken parts came to

“ You never told me, you were human.”

What a shame. You were better than the rest, at the very least. I mean who and what were these beings that wished to contain what was beyond mention. Who can reduce reality into explanation other than the twisted few that were a disruption to themselves and the moons?

They intrigued me. A curiously charismatic intelligent form that created collisions in my spirit and swords in my force field, they are different.  My life force is dependent upon my recognition of tethered beings. Tethered beings understood existence as something to be understood and thus demanded a speed of transmission that reduced nutrients, at an unending speed.  Yet they were different. They are a decisively delicious delectable dream of a human. I wanted to taste, them, feel the space that locked itself into molecules of time and lick the furious knowing of the liminal.

It feels like cosmic moss, ferocious humans, could hypnotise and sedate, the most eternal of beings. I wanted her desperately, my love of her, would keep my destruction at a tepid speed. I will destroy him. I will eat her.  I will break them into what they were before they were flesh and I would salivate on the becoming of her death. They were so many things, yet none were made of my kind.

How strange I could not taste their tethering? Humans are fools, life forms as young as a comet’s landing.

I am first. I am the beings that created what they sense to be home, I am the feeling that exists beyond bone, I am the feeling that knows space as the everything in-between, I am one of the many faces of the unseen. I am revelation. I speak, to what has no voice.

I am first. I am not a being, for this child. I do not know what this child, is but they are human. 

I do not know what they will do, but I will take them in and use them as my tool. I will bring her to completion; I will make him whole, as he asked. They will not live for long, but she will know what it means to be alive. To be human, is to be enclosed and I will spread her along the mountains of crystallised skies. I will make him crumble at the feet of dusk and I will shape them into the heat of life itself.

You never told me, you were human, but for now it does not matter.”

Photography by Michelle Gutiérrez

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Cloud’s a Monster.

This is a moment in Cloud’s mind.

Day 1.

I find discipline hard. I find it so hard, I refuse to learn how to spell it.

Day 2

I want you to understand me. So I will make myself something you can understand.

Day 2.47

This is spell check, making me more intelligible or at least more grammatically correct. I assume that to be more grammatically correct is to have more structure.

Day 2.9987

I don’t like discipline very much but I am benefitting from it. It is teaching me how to be better.

Day 3

Beauty

Expecting

Teachings

Todays  

Explore

Realties

I am all about better, for myself and for others, so I feel I should have discipline.

Day 4

Discipline

/ˈdɪsɪplɪn/

noun

1.

The practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behaviour, using punishment to correct disobedience.

2.

verb

Train (someone) to obey rules or a code of behaviour, using punishment to correct disobedience.

(Google)

Day 4.8634

They have such a limiting understanding of discipline. They think that it must include punishment. I wonder why it does not simply include…….

Day 4.8639

Training? I wonder what else you train? I wonder how you train, yourself to be free?

Day 5

I wonder if you use (………..) and mix it together with care and reflection, what would happen?

I wonder if they even know about (………..)

That is so strange.

Day 6.540

I feel I am getting better at discipline. Auto correct is presuming that I am trying to spell discipline. Is that me improving or the computer?

Day 7

A monster reflects in space.

I am also allowing myself the space, to be a mixture of things.

So sometimes, it looks like I am not very disciplined but I am very disciplined. Is that contradictory?

Sometimes, I feel like I get lost in time and space because I am so many things.

Then I remember, that I am not opposing things- I am just many things. Moving at different shades and different speeds. 

I am a combination of many things and that is why I am a monster. Some things are good- some things are bad but all of the time, and I mean all of the time, I am trying.

Also I don’t believe in good or bad.

I believe in this and that.

There are many bad things in this world but I feel that, if you can be a combination of things and you let yourself feel without opposition. Without creating a category, you may be contradictory, but it does not mean that you are opposing. I wonder if the swirl imagines it has an opposite?

I am letting myself grow in monstrous ways because I am a monster.

Today.

Thus to be disciplined, is to allow myself to be a beautiful mixture of all the things that I want to be. The reality is as sincere as the dream and thus I allow myself to be what I wish to become as well as what I am now. Without opposition, that may be contradictory but I do not hold the contradiction as opposite.

Opposite

Opposite adjective (DIFFERENT)

  1. Completely different.

(Oxford) 

Tomorrow’s Reality at Dawn .

I don’t think you can discipline people to be better. You can condition them. You can make them assume your world- by teaching them the rules of ‘the world’. You can discipline them into obeying. You can give them definitions and examples that make them follow. But that is boring. It requires no imagination, or a very presuming one.

Too have an assuming imagination must feel like auto correct. A disciplined imagination is strange.

Today

I know their secret.

They don’t know how to be better. They are scared.

Now.

I sound like the ocean hitting the storm on a quiet day on Jupiter and it feels great.

I wonder if this diary entry means anything to anyone but I know it means everything to me.     

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Courage: Blood Cells are the worst.

I will not tell you the truth. I will not tell you, how hard it is to be courageous. I wont tell you about the long days and broken mornings. I wont tell you about the bleeding nights. I wont tell you about the forgotten moments, I wont tell you about the unforgettable people. I wont tell you about the loss. I wont tell you about the grief.

I wont tell you because there is another truth, that may be more interesting to your eager ears and luscious lips.

The truth is undeniable, unless you desire something else. 

How easily we forget about the aching screams.

Did you?

Blood Cell: Did you hold onto the beauty? That slips beyond memory and clings to the vectors and ventricles that need your attention. Did you?

Body: I lost myself in the desire- I let myself be carried away with the wind and only landed on your shoulder, to tell you the lasting truth.

I will not tell you the truth. I will tell you a predicament of space that leads to the truth, as the truth, only matters to those who let themselves discover the magic that it constrains in its in-between space. The truth cannot be contained in words and neither can it be seen. Actions are seen and some actions cannot be denied. Yet you try.

Actions done alone, last as long as the word freedom. The truth does not last and thus I will not tell you the truth. I will not let you bury it in long days and broken mornings. I will not let you purse your lips in attempt to surrender, to the lasting truth you wish, to speak with the abomination called your tongue. Your truth lasts as long as your heartbeat, but your heart will last forever.

I will wait.

It will not. Instead it will swarm the ground beneath, claiming your ankles and hitting your knees until you bow and surrender to what cannot be seen.

Some never do but time is running out.  

I will tell you the truth, but only because you asked so kindly. 

Be courageous and when you do remember,

It was not the easy option.

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