The Float Tank Journals: Entry 29
(As it is written)
Space #29
2/7/20
90 minute in DreamPod #1
I’ve noticed how my notes on these floats have gotten sloppier. Looser.
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So, what has this all been for? For the experience? Maybe experience is the only thing of lasting quality, if you can remember it.
I’m convinced that even if we don’t remember the details (dates, facts, etc.) we harbor the emotions. We hide the wisdom inside our bodies. And when this body gives out do all the things I’ve held inside it go with me or dissipate? Do we take anything with us?
Is this impermanence what all our neuroses really rebelling against?
Is that why every change is accompanied with a degree of sorrow, even when the change is minor, even when the change is wanted.
On one side there’s that: rebelling against impermanence. On the other side is the pursuit of temporary pleasures.
This is, in no way, meant to be universal. Every time I approach overarching theories I fall further from a greater understanding. Every time we attempt to pigeonhole ourselves we are forced to contend with our own obvious contradictions. Every time we find something to worship we start to see all the false gods within it.
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