The Great Spirit (The Connection of Everything to Everything Else)
Haven't written a post since September. >Makes me wonder how archival these information transmissions are, makes me think about the mutability of the phenomenal world and the Ten Thousand Things and the possibility that the Universe is, in fact, a computer simulation.< So I'll put my heart and soul into this one. I don't know when exactly the seizures started. (There has been described in medical literature a "temporal lobe personality" characterized by zealous spiritual conviction, emotional extremes, slightly superior attitudes, and a predilection for high-falutin' proclamations, admonitions and confessions. Dammit.) It was about the time I moved into the studio at Ford Street and sub-let my apartment to Luke. I was dating Maya and working part-time tending bar at Anastasia's restaurant. I remember an early one I was laying in the little loft looking at the rafters of my art studio-perhaps it was raining-moments after waking up one morning