Tabula Rasa (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tabula_rasa) wrote,@ 2009-06-30 08:18:00 |
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Eccentric Orbits
'Round and around we go: Souls that circle like binary stars. Trapped in eccentric orbits, we find ourselves past the aphelion and struggling against the inevitable perihelion in paths we follow down.
The Μοῖραι have such this humor. Κλωθώ, Λάχεσις Ἄτροπος weave our threads so that we so often wish for the abhorred shears to finally set us free. They weave us into others only to take them away and weave us back together in new patterns and with curious embroidery: Lovers. Friends. Enemies feared or respected or mad with blood lust.
Freedom is the distance between the hunter and the hunted when it turns to look back.
It is the one with the bow and the arrows that runs away and not in pursuit; The moon, chased by the sun, both run toward and away and are surprised that their touch should only be an eclipse; Their kiss, the darkening of the sky.
How do you prescribe for fate? Where in DSM-IV is there the diagnosis for that experience of "fitting" with the person we run away from? Will Pfizer develope a little yellow pill that will make a walk down the streets to buy a pack of cigs not so much the highpoint of disparate lives?
'Round and around we go: Souls that circle like binary stars. Trapped in eccentric orbits, we find ourselves past the aphelion and struggling against the inevitable perihelion in paths we follow down.
The Μοῖραι have such this humor. Κλωθώ, Λάχεσις Ἄτροπος weave our threads so that we so often wish for the abhorred shears to finally set us free. They weave us into others only to take them away and weave us back together in new patterns and with curious embroidery: Lovers. Friends. Enemies feared or respected or mad with blood lust.
Freedom is the distance between the hunter and the hunted when it turns to look back.
It is the one with the bow and the arrows that runs away and not in pursuit; The moon, chased by the sun, both run toward and away and are surprised that their touch should only be an eclipse; Their kiss, the darkening of the sky.
How do you prescribe for fate? Where in DSM-IV is there the diagnosis for that experience of "fitting" with the person we run away from? Will Pfizer develope a little yellow pill that will make a walk down the streets to buy a pack of cigs not so much the highpoint of disparate lives?
