It is so good to be physically immortal and to be living my life with huge, vast people who inspire me by their brilliance to be who I really am. Today I realize how much I love intensity. Immortals thrive on it. Death is a ruthless SOB, mowing down everything in its path, so why shouldn't we be just as ruthless in going for our freedom. Indeed we have to be. Immortals are intensely passionate, intensely loud, intensely soft, intensely penetrating, intensely for and against, depending on what is in our face at the time. I like people who are honest, who are not afraid to be themselves. I am ready for them. I am not intimidated by their individuality, I love it. I love to be in touch with the body. I was reminded this morning of how important it is for us to feel one another. It's not enough for me to have a sound of life if I cannot connect with the person I'm trying to give it to. I don't want to preach to anyone, even though I may have some great and helpful things to say. I prefer to feel their flesh and give them a fresh and real response in the moment, spontaneous from my gut.
Sometimes a physical touch from an immortal body can wipe away a multitude of "sins" faster than words, sometimes we need the vibration of a loud immortal sound to stir our body electric, but we create new life in one another with our interaction. This is no lone identity trip, we're in this together. There is no place for ego if you want to feel really alive and unstoppable. I love the simple things. I love being able to see forever…