Stray Writings


I am left with little else than the isolating loneliness of my experience–but it does not have to be this way. It can, in fact, be the opposite. Through whatever wisdom I am able to accrue, I can share it with a person or persons who need it. I can empathize with something not yet totally explained to me. I can be present with another person. To be there for someone, to be present, is perhaps the greatest lesson, or opportunity to learn. This world is one mired further and further in distraction, so to be with someone and listen, without your eyes darting this way and that but actually studying the eyes of who has opened him or herself, is to be taught wisdom. How possible is this anymore?–Very. Extremely. Not only possible, but necessary.

When we feel something, no matter how odd or unique, the feeling is not singular or new. It has been felt before. Numerous times. But when you yourself feel it, what are you going to do with it? It is tempting to wrap yourself in it and proclaim yourself an individual. This makes the most sense in our current world: stand apart, be brave, circle your fingers around your scars. Wall them off and lay claim to their rough patterns. This will do your perception of yourself good. But what of the world?
Kevin Crispin
What do you think is up to my right in the picture? A cob web? Probably a cob web. Or maybe it's my Beatles records on top of my air conditioner. It's certainly not fresh, new wainscoting.

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