Reaching a state of free association, no
matter the method is always a blast of creativity. You may not like all the
thoughts assaulting you, but you will always gain something from it.
Free association isn’t hard. I sit here
writing this. Twelve years from now I’m fucking a young girl. I’m older, but in
some way I’m also fucking her as a young man. And on that very same moment
twelve years from now I’m also living in London
It isn’t difficult, not difficult at all to
imagine the various alternatives, even those not very likely not mentioned here,
or those very likely not mentioned here. A horse is running in circles on a
racetrack. At some point, in one story it breaks all four legs the first two
steps and never leaves the wheelchair. In another it leaves the fucking racetrack
and flies off into the sunset, flapping its strong wings without ever tiring. The cat is growling at the much bigger dog, scaring the poor mutt shitless. A
mouse hides squeaking in the lion’s mouth, not daring to make a sound in fear
of making a sound.
Yes, the world is like that, exactly like
that.
All in all, the moon is the strongest, most
well-muscled bulb in the sky, and the sun is merely a burning torch with a
monster ego.
This is existence inside and outside the nut
and the nutshell. I love hearing the sound of boulders rolling up the
mountainside. It’s such a magnificent sight and exciting experience. An
avalanche is nothing but flames dancing on the precipice of a shaking casket.
Those spending a lifetime inside that clammy space won’t ever wonder about the
world outside, never wandering off-track or off-base, never pushing the keys
of the rainbow into ultraviolet and infrared or even beyond.
Is time parallel or a tree branching out from
a central point… or both… neither?
In a time and a place unbound by time and
space, you’ll find out, find out everything you ever and never wondered about,
and still know only a tiny sliver of reality, of the big, bad Universe without
beginning or end.
