Sunday, May 4, 2008
Rescuers have reached a cluster of brightly colored party balloons floating in the ocean off Brazil’s coast, but did not find the Roman Catholic priest who had been using them in an attempt to set a flight record
zg: that's beautiful
it makes me feel like nothing matters
me: thats a good way to feel.
im not really sure how it makes me feel because it makes me feel a whole mess of things. and i wonder a lot about it, so it doesnt feel concrete enough to have a concrete feeling about
zg: are there concrete feelings
me: um, maybe. i dont know.
usually, i guess, there is a mix, but sometimes one overwhelms enough to seem concrete enough
me: what do you think?
zg: i think feelings are something like concerete
'good' and 'bad' are sort of concrete
i might not believe that
i think that feelings aren't concrete
Where do you think he is? What happened? What did he think as he lifted off? Do you think he meant to "lose" himself? Did he think anything, if he is dead, about dying? And think "I am dying because I wanted to beat a world record"? I would be okay with that. I would be okay with a lot of things.