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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Suffering

1/19/2005
From: Dan

"Buddhists say that suffering is attachment to maya...the world of illusion. But an artist's work IS the world of illusion...and by that paradox the truth is revealed...that's a saying too, that art is a lie which reveals the truth. I've decided, at least in the level where I am now, that if I don't have an experience of romantic love as powerful as what I experienced in the past, ok fine. There are other areas of life to explore and you really can't do anything to MAKE it happen. Once the pain has found the path to your heart it knows how to return in a flash.

I think the problem is in giving up the illusion of control. Unrequited love is a powerful emotion in part because the one experiencing it is the one who loves, not the one who is the object of the love. They say the one who loves least determines the nature of the relationship, but I'm not so sure. Shakespeare put these words in Venus' mouth, "Whoever loves most will lose most." Hm."

And I did...what did I lose? Pain. My life today is so much fuller than it ever has been. It is the simple things in life. I know what I like. I know what I don't like. I am not "desperate" like I was when I first encountered Dan. I learned to love "me".

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