Some stop time in different ways and in some the river of life flows all the way through, but most stop time to try to get a handle on it, to try to trade in raw equivalences, when the going gets tough and they become confused. Thus some rise from and some fall into the spiritual middle class. That can feed itself in no other way than by drawing rough equivalences. It will draw them all the time and mostly on the basis of language and what it evokes from their pasts. But what it evokes is an issue of being stuck in time, just as memory draws on the past, not from the future. A "child" to me is what you were or my friend was, when we were both children, but it may not be a metaphor or an ironic junction in ideas. It has to be a simple and straight-forward equivalence that makes you middle of the middle.
But if the river flows right through you and continues on then you are free indeed. Most people are stuck in time. But also because others trap them.
Beware of the middle of the middle, where everything is as it used to be. Most people are trapped there, to some extent or other.
If you think you know me, what equivalent would you be measuring me by? It may be something from your memory, in which case, you're stuck in time.
A river has to flow through somebody and in them.
If you think you know me and I am more of a river than you, then you do not. By some other token, if I think I know you but you are a river, well then pardon me, I'm, bowing out. The only people that can honestly be known are those who have been rendered stuck in time. But we may dishonestly know them if we're of the middle of the middle.
A sticky proposition. To allow oneself to be known.
One would have to be a rough and rude thing to begin with -- or else very forgiving.
But if the river flows right through you and continues on then you are free indeed. Most people are stuck in time. But also because others trap them.
Beware of the middle of the middle, where everything is as it used to be. Most people are trapped there, to some extent or other.
If you think you know me, what equivalent would you be measuring me by? It may be something from your memory, in which case, you're stuck in time.
A river has to flow through somebody and in them.
If you think you know me and I am more of a river than you, then you do not. By some other token, if I think I know you but you are a river, well then pardon me, I'm, bowing out. The only people that can honestly be known are those who have been rendered stuck in time. But we may dishonestly know them if we're of the middle of the middle.
A sticky proposition. To allow oneself to be known.
One would have to be a rough and rude thing to begin with -- or else very forgiving.
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