The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Beyond the myth, the clear blue

The very best part of the continued estrangement from my genetic kin is how much better each cut cord feels. First I left the religion of my childhood, which took a while to completely clean away. Then radio silence for a decade, and finally the last try, and the clearing out my head of all the old, false, attachments.

I just keep feeling happier and freer with each fallen illusion.

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