February 4th, 2002

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Words of Power

I am here.
I am now.
I am Me.

That... that is the triad of power. Yay Triad.

I'm feeling very tired, despite the amount of sleep I had, which was actually reasonable for a change of pace. A wonderful reasonable sleep at that. That had nothing to do with the fact that I spent the night at Cate's. Nothing at all. Not a thing. Yes, I'm being sarcastic.

I'm in a very... wry mood. Wry and mellow.

For those of you concerned that Cate and I may be taking things to fast, I'd like to point out that we have only had two dates in four days. While that may be a rather quick, that's not absurdly fast. No need to mention the fact that both of those "two dates" have exceeded twenty four hours. Thursday night through till Saturday morning, then Saturday night through till... well, not so long ago.

And it's been wonderful. Wonderful happens to be the word of the weekend. When you get hopelessly enamoured it comes up alot. On the down side, I have been getting mood-swingy. Another depression cycle? Definitely interesting timing if that's the case. Because well... Cate induces insane levels of happiness in the Remy. And incredible levels of hope in the Remy. In other words, I'm not sure a depression-cycle can stand up to the Cate.

In other news, tomorrow is my retake of the exam. I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully I can get out while the gettin's good.

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I'm looking forward to seeing what happens tomorrow. Because there's this wonderful quirk of the Universe... something always happens.

I love it. Not to mention, the Crows have been up to something. All over Troy and Albany you can see them gathering for meetings. And sitting, cawing at each other, while other crows fly in from all directions. I'm thinking that there are a few that are from decent distances away too. They have this air of road wearieness to them.

The trees and buildings seem to be listening to something that I can't hear either. I'll have to talk to the Siena rock and see what it thinks. That's a good, albiet rather sad rock.

I love you all, and wish you all the best. Relax, smile, and share fart jokes.

EMBRACE THE SILLINESS!
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Ego- new god, the god of the Self.
Otgo- new god, the god of the not-Self.

More on these dieties later. Along with the psychology of trees. I swear that'll get posted eventually. I've been... busy. Whirlwind romances over the course of four days can really crimp your time. But they are just so much fun.

Have to do it again sometime... preferably again with Cate. This has just been absolutely lovely.
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And now for your moment of Zen...

"In the beginning, I was a fish. As you can tell, this has been a very bad day," is the start of a story. I don't have much beyond that story actually, but I hope to expand it.

Took my final again today, and I've gotta say, I feel pretty good about it. I took my time, read up on things, and I think its going to work out. I'm all about things working out.

I've been having some communication difficulties today. Things that I say in jest, like a comment about not going to class, don't end up being considered in jest. Other things just kinda pop out, and I'm not sure why I say them. Not bad things, just... well, meaningless.

And some things make me really happy, just to share. Yay , welcome to my friends page, and oh so many other parts of my life.
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On the Psychology of Trees

Trees are amazing creatures. During the winter they crave that moment when they will start to sprout leaves. During the summer, they crave winter's sleep. How can these two opposites be equally desireable for them? We humans tend to develop certain tastes, but how is it that Trees do not prefer one over the other?

No one aspect of being a Tree is to be admired over another, at least by a Tree. Instead, each possible permutation on Treedom is considered its own special thing, to be loved as what it is. Giving up leaves is wonderful in and of itself, and any attempt to compare one experience ot another is apples and oranges.

In other words, most trees accept their tree nature and accept it in its entirety, not favoring aspects, but experiencing it nonjudgementally. How far can this go? What about being chopped down proccessed or burned? Can Trees accept this as a part of life? In fact yes they can. The fact is, trees are aware and accepting of this because these ends are part of the definition of being a Tree. Trees look at their existance wholistically, and see all parts of it as Treedom.

In the end, Trees accept their reality peacefully because it is.