Reply to Yuka Honda

In my dialogue with Yuka Honda

http://www.myspace.com/yukahonda

On her blog titled 

The Natural Process

There is the birth of cells and the death of cells...yes.

The sprouting of a blade of grass and rot.

There is not battle here. All is as it is.

I want so much to call it all a battle. I need something to push against

to feel alive. To live life with no commentary would be intolerable. 

There would be nothing to say, and only to Be, but this would be the death of Me.

I must call it a battle so I have a role here.

Now I am Hero. 

Now Victim. 

Now Bully.

Three choices there are in this age old folly. 

Step out of time with me. See the minds fiction. 

If you see that I suffer I've made my own friction.

Is the terrorist Bacteria friendly?

Is the American Bacteria unfriendly?

Which is which?

My life force says which ever perspective helps me to live is the friendly one.

Happiness. I tried to grab it once and spent my life grasping for it. I open my hand and close them to take hold of it. Like air it always squished out between my fingers. As long as I looked for it it wasn't where I was.

Yuka, thanks for opening me up to this expression!