Balls

Who might I have been without Vinnie? I don't ever care to know. One school of thought speculates that because of him and his observer effect, I will never decisively 'know' my true nature. I don't believe it.  Instead I believe because of him I 'know' myself with even more clarity because it's only in relation to another that I can truly experience my own humanity and thus my enigmatic essential self. How's that for a paradox?

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Say Hello Wave Goodbye

We don't own things.  And things don't own us.  We own NO THING. But, God knows it can feel like it.  I mean, I can only imagine how pushing a human through my hips might lead me to believe I have some ownership rights over the wad of flesh that just ripped me a new asshole.  Yet, by further examining the physical facts, it is clear that bloody, bawling ball of energy CAME THROUGH YOU--and he/she/ze throbs with their own pulse and soul.  Ze does not belong to you. Instead, you/we are the channels and caretakers of Ze. The Good Lord/Universe/Divine Dissident entrusted that sacred energy to us as cosmic custodians so that we might leave an imprint, but not a cuff mark. 

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