The Spin of the Ball

My motto for the week and perhaps the rest of my life: Let life happen. Let it unfold. Don’t try to guess what’s going to happen.

I’ve written some things about finding a wife via this blog. Quite embarrassing. Is my writing good enough to attract a mate? Does it have to be good? I have no idea what I’m doing. For some reason I feel compelled to write about my love life. I sometimes wonder how a guy like me (very weird) could find someone. I guess I’ll find out. Let the story unfold. Don’t hang on to ideas of how I think it should go.

What’s with all the words? Sometimes I wonder if each word is slowing my progress towards enlightenment. Why can’t I stop? No matter how many words I write, I have a feeling that enlightenment will come on time, just like everything else.

Sometimes I see an unusual or strained facial expression on someone, and I think, “how can they be doing that with their face for so long? Does it hurt?” So I try the facial expression and it does hurt but I get a sense of how that person is feeling at the time. This is how I’ve learned to become human. Playing with facial expressions. I encourage you to do this if you feel like an alien. Perhaps my future wife will be an alien. There I go again.

Back to the words and the endless internal chatter. I once took LSD, meditated and tried to silence the internal noise. My mind rendered the voices as an image. A moving image of a corridor with mouths all along the sides, chattering into infinity. I managed to get them all to shut up for a moment. If you want to know what happened next you’ll have to try it for yourself. Words cannot describe the wordlessness.