Black Hole

Reading opinions, seeing what people have to type in this life it seems like there has been one opinion that i've come across a lot.. It is the opinion, or idea, that there are either ignorant men or wise ones. Now, the deepest of deep people, the silent, the enlightened, i find that they are the distinguishers, they claim to know of the ignorant, to know of the wise, and to classify and characterize accordingly. it seems that the artists express life more collectively. now, these are all big words, but these are the words that come to mind at this time.

maybe it is anger, maybe it is a need to flee from a life that i sometimes find sorrowful, but i think there is something ingrained in man that is much deeper then this surface 'wise' and 'ignorant'. In every decision i make, i recognize that there is sorrow in the world, there are starving children, there are holes being dug into the ground, there is death, agony beyond comprehension, or maybe not. but, as part of an act, as part of my play, i make the decision anyway. My hypothesis is that every man knows of this, knows of this pain that not just the women or the men, but the world is going through.

Maybe it is the word dispassion that has been cultured into me, but it is somewhat disheartening. It's almost as if i have gained merit, respect, i have gained a radiating glow that beings find attractive, a smile that shines... but i do feel that i have lost a childlike excitement. Maybe these words are just a black hole, maybe everything that is black is just a black hole, they say that our eyes are the gateway to the soul, and so the soul is staring right out through that gateway. When that hole stares at pure black, and colors are everywhere else except for that black, it is almost as though our soul is staring at a black hole, lost..

Maybe the scientific concept of a black hole is merely all the words that have been written or typed, all of the printed letters and pamphlets, all the luscious beautiful hair, the sky apart from the stars, or our clothes... maybe i have been so bombarded from nature that i have no choice but to live in this moment, or to claim to, and therefore have no choice but to say maybe, and not claim to know of how this Universe works. And, as from experience of reading the works of fellow typists, fellow bloggers, reading of the scriptures and of the worldly books, i can say that the reader most likely will understand yet not, and that only the typist will have an actual intimacy with what is being put into the atmosphere, who is me.

Although this post is a basic rant of the conceptual world that i find bleak, it could just be a shovel digging a hole into a hole that is labelled 'weird guy', or it could be a step towards growth, which is the way that i like to think of it as.

Honestly, this post is about a boredom with the words ignorant and wise, and familiarity and a annoyance with the usual, the spiritual texts that once were interesting.

But, i can also honestly say, that human life is exciting , interesting, and wild at the same time, and although I feel some way now, i have never felt this way before, and therefore completely and totally accept how i am feeling now.