Thursday, August 21, 2008
I remember that place now. Something not seen for so very long. That empty place within. Not the emptiness of zen and peace of the empty of darkness, something lost, something ripped out, something eaten away as if by acid whether by the self or others or by the nature of birth. Seeing that place long ago for the first time like the symbol on chest of a super hero, the symbol would be that of a blacked out sun. Long ago at 40 minus 17, when the journey of knowing the self first began. Today where is that place, what does it look like. Years of progress and years of naught. Did Winkle really sleep for low so many moons?