"Beauty is superfluous. Give me the essence of compassionate understanding and I will love."
MJV
My temporal lobe throbs because I am incomplete.
And the more the acute darts shoot through the veins in my right temple, the more I seem to understand.
And right now it wants to split my skull open and spew out everything that isn't pure knowledge.
Yesterday It swallowed the sun. The rays fed the pain making it palpable to touch. The vein pulsed with the ferocity of passionate regret.
My temple throbs as I write these lines. It wants to forgive nothing. It wants to seize all memories and distill them, and cast out the rest as pure matter.
It wants to destroy tomorrow and burn me into today. My temporal lobe feeds on energy.
It wants to swallow me whole.
So I write.
Author notes
I won't even try to explain this one, lol. It's just how I felt during a strange time, headache raging, emotions driving me nuts, yet writing with this odd, feverish obsession. Thank goodness I am my lazy, stupid self again...but I did write some very interesting stuff...this was actually written during that period. 
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My first thought ...
was who the heck is MJV that made this brilliant quote. Then on to the meat of your sharing. Writing of this nature intriques me and allows me to feel the passion that so wants to share and yet there are reservations to do so ... to say what it really is that makes thoughts fall out of the mind and spill the passion so others can ID with them. The obsessions that we all have are never clearly spoken and that is where the quote comes in as such a brillant statement "compassionate understanding" and not trying to change someone and make them what they are not. I so enjoy rambling with you and your thoughts. joy
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Just a ramble where I tried to express in some lame way how the moment felt. I haven't the skill, sadly.
MJV is the best darn person I know. An amazingly brilliant man, sees and understands everything. A wit beyond compare, and handsome...wow...not only that but I believe he may be a saint. Yes, definitely a saint, lol
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Well Written
Your temporal lobe swallowed the sun!?!?... It's going to have the worst heartburn later...
Your temples could use some therapy, too. So violent!
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It swallowed a lot of things that day...or it felt it. It was not a good day...the worst I'd had since May 2004...yep, I know all the bad days, lol But it was good for my writing, I was never so productive as I was back during that time.
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An interesting picture of circumstance and emotion. Nice for the rest of us to share in such a charged moment. Not often we have those opportunities...as for me, the last thing I wanna see with a headache is a laptop monitor!!!!
Quite a shame that it often takes the most acute darts to make us understand.
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Oh that was just the beginning. I have a thick skull it took me a long time to understand, lol
It was the oddest thing, sadness/depression drove me to write...a lot, some of it pretty good (for me.) Long over and done now.
Again, thank you
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Nope, I totally hear you. Sadness and depression provide wonderful inspiration. Seems when we're feeling in the dumps, we are at least not afraid to feel... and that's part of what makes for good writing.
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Of course I haven't gone back and read much of it. I might be shocked when I do at how bad it actually is...lol
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You are right, those feverish days possessed your hand, guided your pen and made you write excellent poems and prose. I'm sorry about the headaches though
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Thank you madam, I promise you pleasant writes from now on, well, they'll be shocking tales of horror still but you know what I mean, lol
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A wonderfully complex write that is filled with sensory imagery to amaze the reader. When one is on sensory overload, it may help to run the process in reverse: Think of a way to process each sensory feature and do it step by step... eat something you especially enjoy, listen to music you love, inhale scents you adore, and do something physical, preferably outdoors. After this treatment, your head may feel clear.
If not, you may hunt me down and kick my butt. 
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Not only a wonderful (and insightful) comment but a funny one too! And remember you gave me the authority to kick you.
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There on the shelf alongside all the other headache
remedies, a prescription bottle labelled "words,"
ready for any and all occasions when other remedies fail.
It is there for it needs to be there.
It is there to calm the throbbing temple,
to distill, to make sense of no sense.
When the bottle is opened, the words spilled
on the page, today slowly comes into focus.
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