Since these written words flow without concern for judgment or intimidation from those who read them, I am free to render my truth. Within the written word there is no inflection of voice to be misconstrued, no trepidation of body language to misunderstand so I write without shackle. My moment is without sense-of-self, void of the preconceived notion of opinion. So it is easy to be who I am. Writing has always liberated me. It is the key that opens my door.
When there is no disturbance, the mystery of self becomes apparent and bold. It is only then that we are free to slip quietly into the light. There is no noise in my Burrow. Vulnerabilities, such as they are, dissipate somewhere between the dark and the light in a profundity of tranquility. If you go deep enough, you will find that it is acceptable to be audacious and shed the ego, something that, after all, only matters to the superficial.
What liberates you? Where is the key to open your door?
“... if you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
*What the Bleep do we Know !? (a Lord of the Wind film)
"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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—Mark Twain, 1896
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