The journal of AE, Master Mystic, 10:20 pm but time makes no difference I am God. I can do whatever the hell I want. I’ve translated. Basta! Enough. Besides, who ever anywhere will read these written words?
I’m starting over. I’m going for the absolute purity of awareness, right, I want to have total awareness of all things I experience, all the minutiae of the detail of it all, while I’m living it. While I’m in it. So tearing out the pages and this is day one. Aleph Alpha nought nought one. I think trying to write this thing in the third person made me sound like an asshole. Alec Bannon took a picture of Milly Bloom. Alec Bannon said so long to his cousins and will see them again shortly. Come on. Nobody ever anywhere will read these written words, I know that, but I still don’t want to sound like a total douche. Ok. So. Writing down my experience of appearances in the world. Sensations. Flow of time. Haircut. Good. The mundane. Perfect. So. Itchy skin on my neck. Sharp little bits of hair. Sharp little bits of hair poking inward while I. Well this is lame. I don’t want to write about itchy haircut hair. Ok, try again. It is raining. Infinite rain. Wet. Wetness. Wettening. Wetly. Wet wetness wettens wetly wet. Wet wet wet. Word lost meaning. Damn. That was going somewhere too. Ok think. Think think think. Perceive my subjective point of view. There was one big stroke of lightning just now and lots of thunder. A phenomenon. Phenomena have temporal features so. Am I still writing about my subjective experience? The appearance of phenomena and thinking about the appearance of phenomena enone themselves. Then they spread out a unity through time. Through. Well, whatever it is. So I’m still good. My temporal features are different from those of any single phenomenon because I can enfuture myself. Goals, some of which I can change. Some of which require the exercise of my free will. Some of which involve a certain young for her age, large for her age, beefy girl. Skittish. Will take some persuading but probably not much. Ok. Sticking with present phenomena which automatically continue being what they have been. A phenomenon has its own temporality. Infinite rain. See? Just look at it. And just one big stroke of lightning and lots of thunder with it. Wait. That off a bit. Seems off. Or is time a structure of the knowing mind? Then lightning and thunder as phenomena appearing in the world has no temporality of their own. That’s not right. Ok stick with my subjective point of view. My pure experience of my own lived experience as I experience it. My experience of experiencing experiences I experience. That’s it exactly. That’s what this is about. Sensations. The flow of time, that’s what counts. Look there’s Malachi Mulligan. Wonder where he’s going.