i'm not talking ground WITH rocks. i'm talking ground that IS rock. i'm talking soil so dense, so resistant to being broken that nothing, but nothing will grow in it.
i think about comfort.
Climate controlled, cable modem'd, dorito munching comfort. Little sanctuaries, little fortresses of control that we set up to escape what we cannot control. Little schedules we maintain to bring order, so we know what's coming next. Landscaped, widescreened, surround sound, havens where we only have to contact those we choose, those we like, those who do not disturb the comfort. Put up a book and a latte', plug in the ipod and observe without interacting. Do not touch, do not be touched. Do not disturb.
Islands without need.
But wants. Where there is no Need, Want thrives. Want becomes Need. Want becomes the goal. All ambition is thrown into the Want. Want disturbs the comfort, it disrupts the order. The lacking must be filled so as to restore the comfort, fulfill the Want. Want becomes god. Or is comfort the god and Want the sacrifice he demands? The commandment he gives?
I am Comfort, that brought you out of land of Need.
Pursue me with all your mind, body, soul and money.
Thou shall Want.
i think about suffering.
Suffering dispels want. Suffering disrupts comfort. Suffering exposes need. Suffering is the plow.
The desert is comfortable. Farmer's fields need.
One is lifeless. The other sustains all life.