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Hyperion

The pattern grows more intricate and subtle, and being swept along is not enough.

About Me

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religionor cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or upfrom the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist,am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam or Eve or anyorigin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know,first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being. -Rumi

My Interests

Life

I'd like to meet:

"How wonderful and new and yet how fearful and ironic my new insight makes me feel towards all of existence! I have discovered for myself that the ancient humanity and animality, indeed the whole prehistory and past of all sentient being, continues within me to fabulate, to love, to hate, and to infer - I suddenly awoke in the middle of this dream, but only to the consciousness that I am dreaming and that I must go on dreaming lest I perish - as the sleepwalker has to go on dreaming in order to avoid falling down. What is 'appearance' to me now! Certainly not the opposite of some essence - what could I say about any essence except name the predicates of its appearance! Certainly not a dead mask that one could put on an unknown x and probably also take off x! To me, appearance is the active and living itself, which goes so far in its self-mockery that it makes me feel that here there is appearance and a will-o'-the-wisp and a dance of spirits and nothing else - that among all these dreamers, even I, the 'knower', am dancing my dance; that the one who comes to know is a means of prolonging the earthly dance and thus is one of the masters of ceremony of existence, and that the sublime consistency and interrelatedness of all knowledge may be and will be the highest means to sustain the universality of dreaming, the mutual comprehension of all dreamers, and thereby also the duration of the dream." -Nietzsche.. width="425" height="350" ..

Music:

= love

Movies:

like 'em

Television:

non merci

Books:

bookworm

Heroes:

you

My Blog

two parallel lines, nothing more.

I am told we are equal And for so long I burned this impression deep into my skull As a leap of faith That we could swim to the same depths And rise together to greet the bright surface above us. But ...
Posted by Hyperion on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 09:20:00 PST

the night i became the flow

I stood motionless facing the opaque wide-open, with arms outstretched toward where I felt the sky would be - a gesture that both pleaded and demanded, as though desperation and outrage were of perfec...
Posted by Hyperion on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 09:21:00 PST

In Defense of the Bean

Dear Boston,              We've been friends for a long time now.  I've heard some people say some mean things about you.  It's okay, th...
Posted by Hyperion on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 10:41:00 PST

Buoyancy

  BUOYANCY..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />   Love has taken away my practices and filled me with poetry.   I tried to keep quietly repeating, No...
Posted by Hyperion on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:37:00 PST

rant

A grain of sand finds no threat in a beach.A twig is not fearful of neighboring trees.How is it that we have come to this?Only feeling meaning through recognitionwhich, paradoxically, couldn't diverge...
Posted by Hyperion on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:07:00 PST

Rilke

O trees of life, when does your winter come?We are not in harmony, our blood does not forewarn uslike migratory birds'. Late, overtaken,we force ourselves abruptly onto the windand fall to earth at s...
Posted by Hyperion on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 03:24:00 PST

Dear MySpace bands,

Alright listen. I'm at the end of my rope with this, and if I don't vent my opinion soon, someone's gonna get slapped.I understand how a band on MySpace locates their target audience - entering their ...
Posted by Hyperion on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 10:50:00 PST