on living all ways

What is not real about this life?
What is not real about this life?
What is not real about this life?
What is not real about this life?
What is not real about this life?
Your recent desire to succeed as success is measured.

Is this moment unreal?
No. This is real.

Is this moment unreal?
No. This is real. It’s real. It’s as real as nothingness was. It is real. It is real. It is real like nothingness is real. Was nothingness real? Of course! What do you intend to mean? Of course. Of course. It is all as real as it is nothing. This is not equilibrium. It can’t be equilibrium or the discourse on aliveness and deadness, which are both states of living, could not be real. Death is real so long as death is alive as a concept to the living. What were to happen if concepts that prevented longevity through their negative influence on the body and mind, what were to happen if these concepts were upstaged by other desires – such as the want of verisimilitude – again?

Do you feel distressed?
Yes.

Why?
Because the difficulty of living is non-existent to people who choose to live uncomplicated lives marked by ritual. Because the difficulty of life, being measured here by the willingness to accept errors of others, not the errors that cause us to be late for work, but the errors of others that cause us to debate our own worth, our own utterances, our own abilities towards achieving at least complacency in this realm of suffering, us, who can help, even!, who can prevent major suffering in others if we tried harder, this is not difficult, according to some, not becoming a malcontent, but I disagree.

This became the problem for me. There is a difference between how success is measured within society, and how it is measured by the people who want me to live. I want to say about living, “I am part of it too,” that is, it is not a part of me, hence, I’m am not the fragment, I am the complete one. And I want to say this without implying society has won.





nancy