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 Lately I have been thinking of Pineapple Express - that perpetuating ennui, picking after expired canned foods and more relevantly, secretively becoming somebody's boyfriend/girlfriend and sneaking into their apartment to clean and tidy up.  At what invitation, I wonder - there is some absurdity in thinking it isn't an intrusion into someone else's coziness and private order.  That governance of self, sovereignty of being - confused perhaps somehow with the hilarity and ecstasy of crashing through deliate walls and smashing odd vases and glasses and bottles.  Nobody could say why it was, the lack of reason being the source of uncontrollable and immense funniness.  

In the movie, there is some delight shared in the unspoken. In the reality of cold day light, in the real world, the act is much more offensive.  It insults the nobility of being, that one should be subjected without terms or conditions, so simply, in the raw roughness of "We can" and "So what" - it is so childish yet not child-like that the rational human is at a lack of response - what could be said at all?

To take is preconditioned on first to give.  Why some could not have heard that "Treat others as you would like to be treated" could be the response, but it would need revision.  The difference is the thought of what is it "I" am - what greatness of being and what lightness of living could be achieved over some sequence of simple taking of principle could not be undermined.

Here is one who had acted without vice towards you.  Here is one who had acted against your interest and wellness.  Are the two the same and in what way?  What grandeur of experience is achieved when good and virtue were the beginning, the source, the moment of commencement.

*personal note: I invite you to stop messing with me and my things, including my entries here and elsewhere on the internet.