Now Approaching Midnight.
"What are you thinking about?" she asks, cutting through the sleepy and comfortable silence in the room.
"Genesis."
"The band?" and they both chuckle, but the conversation that follows is profound and taps into some part of her that normally lies dormant.
I thought of Alan Watts and the nature of human consciousness, our desire to chop information up and categorize it, regulate things, bring order and structure to all of this chaos. What is time, other than a way to validate that the future must certainly exist? Has there ever been a Wednesday since the world began? And I thought about you, and god how did I get so lucky, I thought of this process of excoriation and the close calls, how there is this renewed desire for life and all of the madness that entails. And I wanted to tell you, but that look you gave me after you had said what you wanted to say tore the words from out of my mouth, stole the breath from my lungs. I am absolutely certain now.
"Death has simply ceased to matter, because the present moment is so complete that it requires no future. For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization."
"Genesis."
"The band?" and they both chuckle, but the conversation that follows is profound and taps into some part of her that normally lies dormant.
I thought of Alan Watts and the nature of human consciousness, our desire to chop information up and categorize it, regulate things, bring order and structure to all of this chaos. What is time, other than a way to validate that the future must certainly exist? Has there ever been a Wednesday since the world began? And I thought about you, and god how did I get so lucky, I thought of this process of excoriation and the close calls, how there is this renewed desire for life and all of the madness that entails. And I wanted to tell you, but that look you gave me after you had said what you wanted to say tore the words from out of my mouth, stole the breath from my lungs. I am absolutely certain now.
"Death has simply ceased to matter, because the present moment is so complete that it requires no future. For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization."
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