Here’s a Spinoza video that I shot a few months ago and sort of forgot about. Watching it now makes me think of the wintertime. I had a pretty good winter.
~ In a quest for pure intellect, he got his wish. Flew through the windshield, rolled into the ditch. The brain’s alive: the eyes and ears observe his own corpse sink and disappear. In silence – the remains were never found. Sun rose, his body set. Sank slowly into the ground.
Slice through this mental shell. Thoughts come from somewhere else. Ambulance was never sent to the scene of the accident.