...and not control my own schedule.
I want to get High.
Not smoking-weed-high.
I mean, I want to get consciously, metaphysically, high.
Transcending what there is to transcend, seeing through all that is fake.
But I'll be seeking this until the day I die. It's a rough road.
Yes, but you get to breathe. Long slow breaths of the cool, crisp air from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.
No more holding you breath wondering what people think of you.
And the air is free and anything can be transcended.
So we follow the stairway where each step transcends the one before.
And this is the stairway to heaven they sing about.
And here we are dancing and singing on the stairway to heaven.
QuotedI am caught between my desires and my ideals. One moment I follow my ideals and the next I am overcome by my desires.
I am blown hither and thither - first by one and then by the other. It is becoming obvious they don't talk to one another. In fact they barely acknowledge one another's existence.