Saturday, February 24, 2007

I have this irrepressible desire to start grinning right now. Not because I'm happy, but entirely the contrary (: Maybe you could call it a grimace.

Sometimes too much of one thing can turn it into something antipodal to its original.
When does medicine become poison?
Or desire evolve into disgust? (Or maybe they are both at once - you are disgusted with your own desire.)
Maybe it is when effervescence bubbles down into a flat, saccharine version of itself (version 1.2.21.3)
Hunger to nausea?
Pleasure into pain?
Pain into pleasure?
Oftentimes clarity emerges from the depths of confusion, amidst our most bizarre thoughts.
The normal becomes surreal, and vice versa.
(Somehow, 'vice versa' has always reminded me of credit cards. Visa? Vice?)
After all, we derive an antidote from its venom.
Hair of the dog, is what they like to believe as well (but it is just another excuse for a drink)

So, to say that there are polar opposites for everything would be a glaring inaccuracy. The Chinese believe in 'yin' and yang', represented by two halves - one black and one white - and within each half there is a single dot of the opposing colour (but I suppose we can't call it that now...), only reiterating the fact that we cannot think of something and not be reminded of its opposite. Too much of something only gives birth to its contradiction.
Too much, too much.

Affection is only a habit. If you tried hard enough, you could make yourself believe you loved someone, and after a while, it becomes true simply by your willing it. Barely conceivable, but you can make your own heart beat faster, make your stomach flip, make your head swim. Similarly, you can cause yourself to seethe with loathing, revulsion; and because love and hate are actually congruent (only differently coloured), these can both exist in the same shell, chipping away at your sanity.

- head out alone, hope for the best.
by @ 8:21 AM