I must know
So back up the hill I tred
Imitation of others is a way to release yourself from yourself, and as such is a channel for ecstasy. It is also gratitude. I'm aspiring to birds. Don't believe in originality, creativity - at least don't believe they're something to aspire to. Those words are mostly something someone else hands you a label for, or not. Emily Dickinson said, "My busines is to love!" and I feel something like that - just do the work, put in the time, make the dances, the poems, the whatevers. Can't "make a buzz" because then that's what the intention is stuck being. Or maybe I'm still too depleted.
