maybe most things in life that are fun mean being a fool. maybe some of the things in life that are the most meaningful extend beyond the mind. i don’t want to think anymore. i don’t think i ever got closer to the truth by thinking. i don’t think i ever got closer to the truth by thinking. i don’t think i ever got closer to the truth by thinking.
isn’t it so fascinating how writings like that ^ they chronicle someone’s prison break from themself? the self breaking free from the self? the confines of the ruminating, overthinking, self-imprisoning mind; then another aspect of the self who finally wants to break free, an aspect of the self against another aspect of the self. Prometheus rising up within. an inner uprising against one’s own inner oppressive regime.
maybe a real revolution begins against oneself
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 