All my life I've had a fascination with intensity. I can't really be satisfied unless things get to the point of threshhold, even if only for a fleeting moment. It made me very weird very quickly, weirder than most people ever become as a little kid roaming around the world of kids.
Do you really have to go through hell on earth to get anywhere good-- & repeatedly? That's what I tend to do, but as a belief, I don't really agree with it.
Maybe comfort isn't in the opposite direction from knowledge.
What direction??? Where are we, what am I talking about anyway... but that's the intensity coming back in.
The past few years I've been thinking about the things regular people say, picking apart the substance of small-scale communication, pleasantries & things like "How are you?" The meaning is very hidden in these things, the meaning isn't in the words so much as the fact that when you say them it's like throwing a bright colorful stream of yarn at someone across a grassy ground, hitting them upside the head with a soft, pleasurable impact.. rather satisfying.