Happened again. Crested another wave
.
This is the healing process. Peaks and Troughs.
And I’m surprised every single time.
Experiential, phenomenological enquiry.
Your thoughts won’t save you. Your analysis won’t hide you.
Because if you don’t feel it, then you don’t know it.
Tell me your philosophy as you jump out of a fucking helicopter.
Then I’ll listen.
Do the same thing nine more times
and I might even start to believe you
(but only a little bit).
Experiential enquiry
Phenomenology of Knowing.
Phenomenology of Self-ing.
Phenomenology of Volition.
I’m existentially, ontologically, and cosmologically constipated.
My fears and fixations, my habits, have tamped down and obstructed the flow.
And with every bit of movement, every bit of opening up, every bit of process,
I am amazed and grateful.
And the beat goes on…