The lessons are getting gentler
I ritualize sleep. And sex. Most decisions I make consider impact on both.
Quality sleep and quality sex on average are profound antidotes against the influence of seriousness. It's easy to not give a fuck when you're sleeping well and fucking well.
I'm not saying I want to fuck that cheetah.
Although if I were a cheetah I totally would. But I would not be writing this, so you wouldn't know. And I would need you to know that I fucked a cheetah.
I'm just saying she obviously has her shit together.
What I love about David Lynch's films is that they appear and are non-linear yet asymmetrical.
Events, objects, and people appear as reflections and representations of themselves depending on who gives perspective, which changes—exchanges between characters and alters their internal states—and flips the characterization of those events, objects, and people.
All is exactly what it looks like in the moment and simultaneously unlike what it seems.
And in-between each moment is infinite consciousness and extreme possibility. Yet for all intents and purposes the mundane moment is our interface for just one expression at a time of infinite inner- inter- multi-dimensionality.
Which is so awesome that it's hilarious. Infinity collapsed into a full stop.
Lynch gave guided tours in-between to explore the subconscious and libidinal underpinnings of the mundane, the shadow that corresponds asymmetrically to the moment.
RIP.
You can only be loved as deeply and profoundly as you love yourself
We express in the moment those subconscious and libidinal underpinnings that events, people, and objects reflect back to us.
Authenticity is crucial to receive a quality high-signal reflection.
If we're unhappy with our reflection then some adjustment is probably needed.
Could be the mirror is wrong for us. But that's also an adjustment we can make; stop looking into that mirror. Find a new one.
Authenticity is invaluable for making these decisions in fewer steps.
I learned recently that decision derives from Latin meaning to "cut off," and the Greek for "turning point" and "to judge".
Now I can't unsee the -cision, like incision. It's suddenly so obvious.
Clean, calm, and rested. That was my mantra in 2025
This year I made many significant cuts to protect that mantra.
A few I didn't want to. But I wanted less to continue with patterns and reflections that protected self-doubt.
Doubt keeps standards comfortably low.
And growth justifiably small.
There are rooms in the world you cannot enter physically. You have to embody the spaces the way you embody the world through your senses
Some like to say It's a small world. I get what they usually mean. But I can't help myself and think Actually, no—it's a big world and there's a lot in it.
It's a pet peeve and a small prejudice.
In 2025 I became a river. Not a thing I expected to say when I started with To impress the subconscious. And having no expectations was the challenge and the exercise. To become what I was yet unaware of being already.
And what else, what else I can be depends on the story I want to dream of telling. The calling I answer and the reflections I accept as feedback en route. The mirrors I trust. With my most vunerable and sensitive parts.
Love, music, sex, death, and rebirth. Flirtations with the future. To sense what is possible, and where to invest your energy and imagination in the present, fucking around and finding out, attracting the unexpected.
A dream is not a formal quest—it's an unfolding sequence of decisions, from as many cuts as needed to become all that you will ever be aware of being.
An abbreviated playlist
Copr. 2025
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