it seems to me,
that what I’ve learned from all my cults and other self-improvement type weekends,
(besides the ever-indispensible personal experience)
is
that a fight cannot occur without two people.
and,
most likely,
that
the two people that are fighting–
when it gets to that point where they are seriously clashing–
it’s because they both believe that they are correct to such an inordinate degree, that…
there’s a complete disconnect.
you’re standing in different dimensions,
this impermeable pane between you.
it lets in sight,
sound,
video,
but no,
actual,
shared space.
And the consequence may sometimes be,
perhaps,
and unavoidably,
that
the space was never shared to begin with.
It never ceases to amaze me how people can interpret the same information in so many different ways. It’s a mirracle we don’t kill each other more often =)
It never ceases to amaze me how people can interpret the same information in so many different ways. It’s a mirracle we don’t kill each other more often =)
this poem is cool
this poem is cool