The universe is not as complicated as our attention to detail. One hand shakes with palsy. Another shakes because because you slapped it away. Both tremblings come from creative action, but you feel guilty for the one, and what about the other? I put my boots in the oven, but it did not make them biscuits. Because the devil is a god of earthly ambition, Most of my crimes are of optimism. When people tell me i am an idiot, mistaking an artist’s kindness for weakness, when I am outcasted for being crazy, I look at them, from the other side, of an endless construction of perceived danger, endlessly building a wall in their way.
Honour your friend. Or treat her rudely,and see what happens! There is no room in this house for two. The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through the eye of the needle. It’s a single pointed, fined-down, thread and, not a big ego beast with baggage. But how can a camel be thinned to a thread?. With the shears of practices, with doing things. And with the help from the one who brings impossibilities to pass, who quiets willfulness, who gives sight to one blind from birth. There is no way to ever say this. Let’s return to the two friends whose thread became single, who spell with their two letters the original word, BE. B and E tighten around subjects and objects that one knot may hold them. Two scissor blades make on cut.And watch two men washing clothes. One makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. They seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there’s really only one work. Someone listening to a millstone falls asleep. No matter. The stone keeps turning. Water from the mountain far above the mill keeps flowing down. The sleepers will get their bread. Underground it moves, without sound, and without repetition. Show us where that source of speech that has no alphabet. That spaciousness. Where we are now is a narrow fantasy that comes from there, and the actual, outside world is even narrower. Narrowness is pain, and the cause of narrowness is manyness. Creation was spoken with one sound, BE. The meaning of the sound and its resonance are one. There’s no way to even say this, in so many words! And no place to stop saying it. Break all the glasses and fall toward the glassblower.
Either peace is a woman with a prison roof over her head, or art is the oldest profession. That first behavior material history affords us, Defining humanity. For not remanding me after my conviction, thank you for being the Perseus could work with Medusa.
JT If you think you are just a random girl, you are not, In lieu of my so-called megalomania and fixation on becoming a hero, you are my, beloved adversary. If a coward is a person who lacks the courage to do, or endure dangerous, or unpleasant things, no individual in this proceeding is a coward. I humbly thank everyone who has endured my traditional San Diego public affair, coming-of-age, controlled, savage disturbance. Please accept my apology that this has not been an attempt to dissimilate your comprehension of the universe, or an assault on your sense of reality. Stories of confusion are confusing. But if I didn't have a trial to motivate me into translating my giant metaphors into a more normal language. Thanking, Commercial-Judicial Motivationalism for this enlightening exercise in Criminal Proceedings.