Love weeping

"Money can't buy me love"
The Beatles

I've never quoted a Beatles song in my life.
'til now.

Money can't buy ya'll love folks.
Constant decadence and constant destruction buys power for decadence and destruction.

Something is very wrong. Or maybe everything is very right, and I'm very wrong.
Or maybe something is everything and everything is nothing.

What can breed forth from screams of lonliness and terror? Sunshine and happiness?

Confusion and self-annihilation?

Starving secrets of the soul?

We are all the soul of the quantum observer.

We are all the quantum soul of the observer.

Each drop of blue forms drops of blueness.

Sing and scream and dance and weep

"And the times they are a changin" (Bob Dylan)

"Like petals in the wind we're puppets to the silver strings of souls of changes" (Phil Ochs)

"There's a darkness on the edge of town." (Bruce Springsteen).

Most of the time I feel like I'm speaking a never heard before dialect into a vacuum.
Fragmentation and un-knowing.

Lies disguised as truths, and the truth untold.

The tip of the yud is a very interesting place. From the point one gets a vision of the greater picture. It is similar to diffusing one's vision, except rather than diffusing, one concentrates on the point, and the periphal becomes revealed.

I can't not care.

That's why I weep.