||[Dec. 15th, 2002|07:27 pm]
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Because I control me... and no one else does.
Because I mean it. Because I really don't see a point in anyone being unwell. Because I wanted to say "you can't hurt me" in a way that was clear, and it *WOULD* hurt me if I wished another person ill. And because I knew that I could make the words "you can't hurt me" true, but for a brief period of recentering and regrounding myself.
Because, as I pondered what to do, I found the Tao... the way, the natural flow of things, and knew that opposing anger with anger would only mean more anger.
For many reasons.
Maybe "you can't hurt me" was fibbing; maybe not. It hurt.
But I don't hurt any longer. And I think I did the right thing.
John Palmer, once again ready to wrestle with a lion, or a grizzly bear; it's my life, baby, but, I don't care.