Oh beautiful Salvation

there's a scent, woven into an image ... something faint and yet ... consistent in its re-occurrence. And still, I see it now, it changes. Back when it first came to me, I was there in our Garden reading in the Edition Argo. Now ... I see a bit of that moment ... woven into the scene.

And so I would think ... at some point this moment will come as a part of it.
"Oh what have I done?"


It's a beautiful feeling - though the scent is ... right now ... a bit overcast by the stench of my sweatty clothes.

As for self and self-interest, it is fair to say that I may have been a bit delusional. I mean, during my experiences with Therapy and Psychiatric institutions ... I came to learn about the importance of self, self-worth. Like, a lot of what I'm telling You ... I'm now reminded of is a matter of boundaries. 'For Instance'. It is a subject matter ... that's been brought up during therapy. Thinking of it, I may have put into therapy with abuse victims. I mean, sure. I think they're right, but I also see that ... my situation is different. It may seem ineffective to use a piece of rope to mark off an area around You ... and call it Yours. But what matters is the effect on the individual.

In that one particular group, we were sitting there, once, talking about things ... and at some moment I blacked out. Talking about my experiences. How my social contacts are distant, usually revolving around externalities like hobbies ... and that I ... can't connect with people outside of that. Somehow the last thing I remember is Starcraft. Having namedropped it. And it serves me as a bit of an anchor to recollect what was happening before I blacked out.

So, Love Your Neighbour as You Love Yourself. Sure, it's written all over the place. So, when putting one and one together, it turns out that the value of self-interest hinges on context.


... resolution pending ...
I'm off playing Terraria now.