Empty of people, the scuffling of a single pair of feet can be heard for miles. My feet. My hearing. Recognizable yet mundane, the eerie feelings of a self-imposed journey echo along the vast road. Nothing exists out here, save in this mind of which claims ownership over the skull I wear so proudly. No obstacles to avoid, molehills to traverse, or social-ostracization to escape. Just "me." But me is formidable. Empty labels avalanche from the mind and cascade out the mouth leaving fetid carcasses of "I always" and ripe-with-black-flies "but I never's" littering the terrain. Ideas of who I am, what I am, how I am strewn endlessly, left to dissolve in the essence as fertilizer for new growth. Their putrid smell giving way to sweet earth. I add to the litter, then realize it's all mine. Let that go too. Giving and taking along this journey require my hands be free of possessions - physical or mental. How else do I push past Mr. Just-in Case and ever present What-if? Must keep going. Distracting thoughts pay a visit in the deafeaning silence, insisting the void be filled; if allowed - a risk of death - a severance from all that is. "Ignore," says self. Footsteps reverberate from all directions - past, present, and future. I look around expectantly, but see only shadows fading from view. Face forward, I turn toward the horizon, hungry but full, shedding identity on this roaringly silent, nutritiously stressful, and always beckoning most resistant path.
DIO
Philosopher, Author, Artist, and no thing in particular. Beyond description. Completely unknown, yet totally familiar. Knows no thing and re-members every thing...same as you.
To Eliminate A King
Pure power materializes when intention parallels speech and action. Any disjunction between the three creates confusion, chaos, and destru...
