Won't you ease my mind?

[sweetsalome]

    Is anything ever really yours?  Have you ever really thought about it?  I mean, look around you.  Name one thing that you can truly possess, that isn't going to die, isn't going to fall apart.

People pass away, object break, get lost or stolen.  What is truly yours?  It's easy to not care about the material things, and sometimes, even people.  But when you give yourself the impression that something is actually yours?  Losing them is the scariest thing in the whole world.

Maybe Elizabeth Blake was wrong, the art of losing isn't easy.  It's just something we all get use to.

On a more metaphysical note, Jonba is asleep in a box.



Call me, call me,
Let me know it's all right.
Call me, call me,
Don'cha think it's 'bout time?

Comments

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

What does he write about, fiction, or just philosophy?

Hmmmm I am beginning to see a flaw in my plan. Perhaps gentle extraction will work well, though I am tempted to just leave him there, like a puppy in a box.

[terry-crabtree.livejournal.com]

It’s mainly fiction. (http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw/104-1155775-6560717?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Haruki+Murakami&x=22&y=15)

The latter could work too kids are flexible like that; just throw a blanket over him or something and he’ll probably be fine.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Yeah but what if he's box shape when he gets up in the morning?!