Pacifism

I am prone to writing and speaking based on sounds alone and the meanings are often mostly irrelevant as can be seen here:


It is said that it is harder for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of Heaven than for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. I saw a camel race once. Camels have long eyelashes. Sometimes, somewhere, it is a hundred lashes if you look at someone lustfully. With an eye to murder, it is more. Let that be a lesson to you: be careful what you do. I am a pacifist. I have never raised a fist to anyone. I was raised that way.

I have come apart from my body, often I see myself in detachment. I felt at times I have a difficult halo around the circumference of my head. It puts pressure on me in a tight band. I am so scared because my thoughts have bad side effects. They are so loud as to shift world continents with the sound waves. I bought a metronome last time I was manic and I find it ticking at largo tempo soothes me. I listen to it a lot. Still, silence is golden. Morning has broken.