Just made this book for my family for the holidays--and anyone else interested in random, soulful musings accompanying images from around the world. The first several pages are offered here as a preview.
I tried to write a note to you today but when I was about to send it, I thought of all the synapses that would fire in your brain and cause you to respond in the way that you would, because you think the things that you naturally do.
And I wondered in that moment, how many people I have loved had wanted to write to me but couldn’t because they knew the same ...
... that some strange volition within me would take the purity of their words and feed an ego that just couldn’t know better at that time.
I wanted to tell you so many details. Things that would get lost on the way to your deeper wisdom. I have tried this before. I know. They will.
So now I will send you nothing at all--something more pure than the ego can touch. Something so subtle it overwhelms the world. Something that will never be said but somehow be known until the moment before we die or almost do--what is real, what is true.
There is no me. And there is no you.
Was looking at my cat's fur, as I do often
How perfectly it grows
Most people think about how annoying its shedding is
I guess I like to think of how it grows
Where it comes from
There's something so elegant about cats
Inspiring if you watch them
The way they move
Their very structure
Powerful, understated muscles
The way it lines his face
The tiny, short hairs growing along his nose
And I wonder and wonder
What makes this fur grow?
What holds all of the cells of his fur together?
What commands the molecules that join to make the cells?
Those molecules, those atoms, they can do whatever they want
But something commands them, to become, his fur
And then I start to think, about everything, this way
What holds anything together?
Is it ...
What if it was, desire
What if I sit here and type
Because of desire?
The two cells that started what I am
They were held together by something
The molecules, the atoms
That could be doing whatever they want
Somehow, they come together
To do something very specific
Scientists will laugh at me now
DNA child, it's DNA
But with this mind of a child
I will continue ceaselessly
As if it were a matter of my favorite toy
On the shelf
Like that toy
Will never satisfy
As much as inspire
More and more
More and more looking
At more and more toys
More and more answers
That never complete
This ... desire?
I'm going to keep on asking
Like the scientists do, too
Because maybe I'm not just a child
Maybe I am one of them
Maybe we all can be
What brings that DNA together?
What commands those molecules?
What is it?
Look at anything around you
Ask yourself--what is it?
Whatever it is, you are a product of it
So am I
And if it's desire, shouldn't we tune into it?
I mean, if you do something you don't desire
Aren't you going against it?
If two people don't share a desire
It is incomplete
Nothing will hold together
It will break apart
If someone stalks you
You will ask the police to come
You will tell the person to fuck off
A million times
Even if their molecules
Construct an ego
That won't listen
You are part of this desire matrix
Telling molecules what to do
The configuration we are discussing now
My fingers and your mind
As you read this
There is a command of molecules, atoms
The electric attention of your mind
If a video can travel over invisible space and time
To reach your phone
Why can't desire bring this message to your mind?
And your mind to draw its own conclusions?
I'm not convinced
And if you read my stuff you know
I don't believe anything
So that I can study everything
And today, I wonder
What is it?
Is it ... desire?