The Vortex.
Why Should you have your luck?
I want you luck?
I should you have your wealth.
It want your wealth.
In can of course have it in a game of fantasy. But what is I really want your life?
What does it mean to want to be you?
Why should I not want to be you if you are better off than me.
Or we not the same
Our lives are only different by the paper thin world of events. That is by what has happened to you, and what has happened to me. By our biology, and my our custom – and ht I not so very much.
Life as vents, habit and memories will not allow any real difference. Move the mood music, rummage in the dust of events and you and I might really mix.
Moe than that the good luck you have given me. The way I am already a part of a key, part in the process light spark something more, something extra to a me. It might allow me to move towards you If might allow me to nick your luck. I want then with the patients of a spider. Refusing to feel grateful as you load me with gift. Why indeed should I be grateful at all. What was yours is only so my accident, and so why should you not share It with me?
Why not?
It was only the dust in which you cloud events that lacks it you. That is it is only the doctor dust of mor(t)al skin that allows this stuff t be your in the first place
Maybe then there is gold elsewhere?
Why should this nation have taken all the oil or that the gold? Why should they be wealthy when they do not work while other are poor? And why should these people wax and grow fat while others are merely their servants?
How then can I take your luck?
Here will I find it?
Here myth lends a hand. There are always myths about wealth. Myths that allow one to think that one might also be able to have it. I look then for your gold in the mythic landscape, a landscape where dust gives forth treasure.
But you certainly do not need to search alone. There are others who know, who also know that the body itself is merely a clothing of dust, without a heart or centre. Others you have broken their hearts in love, and now live in the world of animated dust.
For us others gold in the dust is what one expect.
Were else is treasure hidden but in human hearts and minds.
These hearts might to be (quite) the same as the events you seek. But we are enough alike.
Both look to something in clouds ad heaps, something mortal, for something more.
Both want wealth in the heap o sand.
We can also examine the heaps of matter to find what it conceals. Indeed here we are better than you. You merely have a powerful turn to notice events an to imagine. We others spend our lives looking at the dust of humanity to extract reality beyond it.
You then live the passage of events.
We are earth bound. Humanity is seen as a series of dusty parts held together in e heart. Our came is to run these parts together to find the money. – while your is to dream.
We find glory in this dust, where you look for glory in the celestial worlds beyond.
But what is we ix up our quest?
What is together we act?
Then my power to notice, and our power to look for the heart of the matte ran the dust might be caught in the game glass.
Mix it up!
Weep me into we and we in to me.
Together we apply ourselves to the world, looks and re-look at it, and at the heaps within it – look for the gold that we are sure events have place there. we the might lean to master those events, and to control that dust
It wicked uncle or glorious fairy.
That dust is mine! The Gold is ours?