A Paradox

"Culture has been defined by anthropologists as a collection of learned survival strategies passed on to our young through teaching and modeling...as the collected embodiment of our survival ideation, is the mental environment to which we must adapt, the state of mind with which we identify. The nature or character of a culture is colored by the myths and religions that arise within it, and abandoning one myth or religion to embrace another has no effect on culture because it both produces and is produced by these elements...That we are shaped by the culture we create makes it difficult to see that our culture is what must be transcended, which means we must rise above our notions and techniques of survival itself, if we are to survive. Thus the paradox that only as we lose our life do we find it."

Joseph Chilton Pearce

Saudade

It's because I simply won't lose myself One day we'll meet again. Until that day, goodbye, my love If you're going to tell a lie, it'd be better if you didn't talk to me at all You're going away, that's all that I know. When we first saw each other, I wasn't some cute girl, was I But in the end, you smiled at me Tears melt grief, if they're overflowing Those drops, once more I want to drink them all down In my cold, aching heart, I stay the same as much as I can I can't forget you, but I need you Forgive me, my love, nayve dreams were swept away by the waves One day we'll meet again. Until that day, goodbye, my love As time repeats itself, little by little I get to know you And then again time repeats itself, little by little I cease to understand I try to compare fading love to the setting sun In there, I'm sure there's left over saudade If you bear shadows until feels are spun into words I'd rather be an unspeaking shell on the bottom of the sea Even though no one bothers me, even though I could return to the sea I'm silently reminded of you Give up, my love, naive hopes just rip me up I tell him... I'm lonely... I'm fine... I'm lonely Repeating over and over, again and again It's a familiar story Meeting and parting And crying and laughing and love and hate Forgive me, my love, naive dreams were swept away by the waves One day we'll meet again. Until that day, goodbye, my love By your side, it felt like time stopped As the night sky burned, I lived with my love porno graffitti