powurr

I need to disagree slightly with Patti Smith

people don’t have the power, people are the power.

like:

puppies are cute, puppies don’t have the cuteness.

what if puppies got their cute game together in a united front and wanted to rise up… how does a puppy get its hands on cuteness?

for one thing, puppies aren’t cute to other puppies.

puppies don’t even know what cuteness really means.

once you get hold of some cuteness, what are you supposed to do with it and who would you be doing it to, in a rise-up situation?

i think the only thing is to not be puppies, and then there is no cuteness.

to not be puppies the way we know puppies, to be puppies that aren’t cute. 

because cuteness is not the puppies’ game or realm or concept.

puppies have no cuteness, puppies are cute.

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when i was a substitute teacher, there was a girl in my class once who was going through a notebook page after page writing her name in big cursive letters and then throwing the pages away. i feel like that notebook!
"do whatever i want" people make me really nervous.
"do whatever i want" people are always looking around for a blank notebook and i am always trying to fall between the desk and the wall.

what i was daydreaming about during the meditation was that

 space has 3 dimensions and they say time is the 4th but that time should get three also. 

'now' is like the single point. a line is made of infinite points, like Buddhist existence is supposed to be many consecutive nows, my professor said it is like cinema, many individual photographs sequenced to feel like real time and motion... that would be the second dimension of time...

and depth... 

then my head got really loud and i put the words away but it was still unpleasantly loud and then i got sleepy, i guess because it was unpleasant, and my vision got blurry and my head was still loud.

then when she was talking about people bringing things to class, hunger for example, i thought that maybe my head is always loud and that is why i have been so tired

so i was thinking that it all piles up, everything i have ever experienced is layered and compressed like prehistoric vegetation is packed into a diamond so that part of now and part of whatever we are calling the line/cinema idea is deep with all the nows and lines that never disappear... reality is hard like a diamond, but a diamond can be cut by an expert.

or, maybe this is still the second dimension of time, the plane

the third would be alternate realities and/or the future

maybe the future because maybe alternate realities would just be a different shape. maybe they look the same like Warhol's soup cans, "that looks like and is me but i am more me than that is."

so the 3rd dimension of time is the future, because it is the same but... or it is different but adjacent, the future cant be floating around apropos of nothing, it has to share a diamond line/border with our two dimensional time plane somewhere...

but then it can be whatever shape 

but all of the shapes have to correspond and form a box, the planes have to close.

is the box hollow?

what is outside the box? someone else's box...

i'm not a physicist, i just play one in this blog.