just notes

Thinking that I know what something is,
prevents me from seeing what it could be,
and it from becoming else than my vision.

Humans.
but specks in the biodiversity of life, let alone of cosmos,
yet believe we are the image of God.
More probably God would resemble a mountain or an ant.
We are the minutest of minutest.
What outnumbers us? All else!


WHAT AM I!!! TODAY I FEEL LIKE A PORTAL. ALL MY INSIDES WANT OUT eg. sputum, piss, feces. AND ALL MY OUTSIDES IN eg. LIGHT, FOOD, AIR, WATER, SPERM. WHERE EXACTLY AM I IN ALL THIS TRAFFIC!?!?!?


I went to a home-grown Art & Music Show in Susanville. At the end, a young man entered, totally drunk, with his bottle, and of course he had to speak with me. I humored him, hurrying to get rid of him. He was very pretty and seemed to be channeling Christ, long hair, classic facial hair. I told him so, but he denied it. As I walked out, an imaginary conversation came to me: "Young men shouldn't channel Christ, that's a female power, because females have more protection than men." I don't know where it came from, but the thought seemed right. Channeling Christ is like channeling birth/creation, which isn't the same as creating sperm; not to denigrate one at the expense of the other. Seems there may be an ancient reversal hiding somewhere in that myth. Or not. What the heck do I know.
When did "might" as in
portal to the unknown!
the future's open door!
toss of the dice!
the winds of fortune!
endless possibilities!
surprise us!

become
"might" eg.the imposition of mine by force upon yours?