emotions are sea

Emotions are so funny (that’s an emotional statement I know). They drive us, we fear them, we crave them, we are them, yet we are not them. Sometimes we do our best just to keep them at bay, keep them distant, down there somewhere so we can stay up here and be ok. Emotions shade our perceptions of right and wrong, they secrete from our glands, they secrete from our friends, families, and lovers. Emotions are everywhere, within everything, a part of everything, and yet they are a part from the thing sometimes too. The thing, I think, is the self, or the equilibrium, or the center point of balance where the scale tips and wobbles and centers itself. Emotions are sparked by other things, emotions spark other things, emotions are a paradox we can never separate ourselves from, and yet we spend our lives, day to day, trying to do just that. To separate what is me from what me is feeling. To sort through the emotions with some other part of our self, the rational part, the linear part, the thinking part. When it comes down to it, we are all playing a game we cannot win. We cannot win because it is unwinable. Emotions are part of the fabric of our experience. We do not choose them, we feel them, and then choose how we feel about the feeling. It isn’t about winning I don’t think. It isn’t about not feeling. It’s about accepting and taking a step back once we do. Emotions make the world tangible, exciting, overwhelming, and when they aren’t there it can even be boring. We throw words at our sensations of emotions to try and deal with them better, to try and chop them up and make them manageable, but the word is never the emotion. And the emotion is never the gland. And the cause is never the effect. The truth about after is the cause is before. We live on, sailing the seas of emotions inside of us, hoping the right one will come under our boat next. The right one is not always sweet or sour, it is simply the right one because it is the one that is present. Merry Christmas everybody. Do you feel it?

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Halley’s Comet
Phish

How could you know that I lived in a desperate world?
How could you dream that we were all made out of stone?
What is the truth, what is the faithful lasting proof?
What is the central theme to this everlasting spoof?

Knock on my windows, link up the chains
It's gotta be easy, no splinters no pain
It's Cadillac rainbows and lots of spaghetti
And I love meatballs so you better be ready

I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town
Central part of town, I'm going down
I'm going down to the central part of town

What did I do?
And don't be blamin' eat my cashew
For everything I do to get the story
And everything I do to pull me in
And everything I say to get the title
But when they use it on me I reject it

What would you do if you ate my daddy's shoes?
What would you say if it was naturally for you?
How would you feel if it rained under your shoes ?
How would you like to have your thick strawberry goo?

I'm sinking down, it's a glorious feeling
To make a big difference, my body is reeling
Even Carl Sagan can't shine my shoes
`Cause I know deep inside he’s got some mighty fine shoes

I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town