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28-Mar-2009 10:18:01

Posted By Emanuel L. L.

The Grass There is no distance between the natural and the supernatural. Modernity has created this chasm between what is interwoven. Like thought and language, or a heart and lungs, the natural and supernatural are coextensive. The supernatural may seem to many obscure, invisible and superstitious. Though many look deep into the world, either through a microscope or a telescope to find God, they only see the natural. They stare, and gaze, looking at every detail, yet seeing clearly fail to see the supernatural all around them.

All one needs to do is stand back a bit, squint, let the world blur, and like an illusion in a 3 dimensional picture, they'll begin to see the supernatural; even though nothing has changed and the same world stares back at them.

The supernatural is every where, it's just hidden in plain sight. It's right there in front of you when you watch a sunset, feel the grass in between your toes, and find yourself thinking, feeling and in the world.

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An old problem I don't have anymore...

4-Mar-2009 01:01:51

Posted By Emanuel L. L.

08/07/03

-Not about roaches-

Damn Roaches everywhere. Everywhere I look I see them crawling on me. I go to war with them every night. But no matter how many of them die, they always seem to come back and fight. They haunt me, patronize me, look me straight in the eyes and just laugh. Funny how such little things could change and sometimes ruin your life instantly.

Yesterday I killed one, hey it's a start . I slammed the broom over it's head and squeezed the life out of it's tiny little heart. But even after it was dead, with it's limbs severed from it's body, it still managed to twitch for a few seconds. Then it just went away instantly.

Today though I had to kill one more. A little different then the other one, but exactly the same just with out all the blood and gore. This time it was one of those psychological battles. The idea of being haunted by these little things, the effect it has on my everyday life, and the might to get over them were today's soldiers in sight. I killed this one also the same way, but the after effect is just starting to get to me slowly.

Tomorrow I'll probably have to fight one more. It seems like they're starting to win this war. I kill one almost every night, but they just keep on coming. They're relentless in their effort to completely scar me for life, who knows when this war will slowly begin to end.

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