i make music with my fingers and my mouth
the mind is not as deft as is perceived, for always, it seems, when we identify that which we want, and henceforth obtain it, not until after it is obtained do we realize that we were not supposed to want it. i dont believe this is due to the placidity of who we truly are that caused us to desire the undesirable, but more the visceral vicious nature of our external senses that causes this action. But this arises new contemplation. can peace exist without conflict? for if the agitated side that wishes us to believe that something can exist is not what we are supposed to want, then what are we supposed to want?
surely then, the point of living is finding the breaks in the seams, the cracks in the concrete, the equilibrium in oscillation; identifying whats "right," and doing the exact opposite if it's what you believe in.
