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memories of home outgrown, forgotten, but they are hardly missed

i stopped my hero's journey to graze upon the flowers

left my responsibilities for days that felt like hours

this isn't escapism, i don't need your advice

ignorance is bliss and i reside in paradise

if you wanna see me again

you're gonna have to drag me away

why would i leave when the lotus flowers beckon me to stay?

i never asked for anybody else's intervention

i'm fine on my own, no slave to my own senses

what if i step off the island then immediately drown?

what if i get sucked under when real life pulls me down?

i'd rather run from everything than take the risk of pain

you can't call me selfish for the flowers in my veins

this isn't escapism, i don't need your advice

ignorance is bliss and i reside in paradise

if you wanna see me again

you're gonna have to drag me away

why would i leave when the lotus flowers beckon me to stay?

i never asked for anybody else's intervention

i'm fine on my own, no slave to my own senses

crying and wailing, kicking and flailing when you try to bring me home

don't take away my vices, i want to be alone

i don't really care if my mind and body start to break

i am nothing more than the substances i take

if you wanna see me again

you're gonna have to drag me away

why would i leave when the lotus flowers beckon me to stay?

i never asked for anybody else's intervention

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Sometimes the lotus-eater has no idea it's all fake. But often they eventually come to the realization that it is, either by way of encountering A Glitch in the Matrix or figuring out that the whole scenario laid out before them simply seems Too Good to be True. Sometimes they do know, but it's so beautiful and relaxing there that they don't care, and they'd rather stay there. In order to escape, the dreamer has to figure out they're dreaming, if that isn't already known to them; then they have to break the masquerade and give up their life's dream. If they're in too deep, friends (or even characters from the fantasy itself) hoping to mount an Orphean Rescue have to force the hero to Battle in the Center of the Mind in order to escape. More often than not, a Dream Apocalypse occurs. Might involve a realistic Artificial Outdoors Display.

The trope name comes from The Odyssey, where Odysseus meets a society living off narcotic plants, to the extent that anyone who eats of the lotus no longer cares about anything else, including going home. This makes the trope Older Than Feudalism. Contrast with Psychological Torment Zone.

Beyond the Meracus, the two closest hotels were Hanoi Amanda and the Orchid. They faced each other, motorbikes streaming between them. I considered them both, exhaustion whirling in my body. The sign out front of the Orchid was a little more faded: I thought it might be cheaper. A man sitting by the sign leapt to his feet, hastily stubbing out his cigarette. He wore a dark-blue sweater and flashed his smile like a business card. His eyes were round and dark as litchi seeds.

So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over again: choice blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like that. Those Cinghalese lobbing around in the sun, in dolce far niente. Not doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air feeds most. Azotes. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants. Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah, in the dead sea, floating on his back, reading a book with a parasol open. Couldn't sink if you tried: so thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the. Or is it the volume is equal of the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight? Thirtytwo feet per second, per second. Law of falling bodies: per second, per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of gravity of the earth is the weight.

The porosity of the rhizome and the figures that blossom out of it are as the 'portals of discovery' in where 'a genius makes no mistakes (U, 243.20).' This may be as the figurative 'inward light' (U, 247.19) that Gendlin indirectly addresses in his 'focusing' philosophy, for it very much involves an 'it's in the silence you feel you hear' (357.20) type cognition of the body. Evidence of the intuitive knowledge of the body Gendlin refers to runs through Ulysses and its' creative process. Such statements as 'always meeting ourselves' (U, 273.33), 'meet what you feel' (U, 481), 'what was once quick in the minds of men' (U, 248.10), or such gravity or magnetic reactions like the 'magnetic influence of people' (U, 487) and 'the body feels the atmosphere' (U, 490.16), all appear to rely on an intuitive bodily process of moving-towards. So when Bloom himself asks, 'why minor sad' (361.15), that is, why do the musical minor keys induce the emotion of sadness, he questions the gravity of being pulled into the encounter with a liminal emotion-point between the body environment of the textual acousmatic rhizome that we have so far constructed.

Primary Gendlin principles of focusing in on a 'felt sense' are that the environment is a function of the organism, the skin line is not the great divide, and the body is an environment in which body-process goes on further. The ever morphing processes of the implicit are at the front of the 'primacy of the body, not the primacy of perception' (Gendlin). It's fascinating to observe how Gendlin demonstrates a literacy of this 'felt sense' which he applies in his own philosophy and psychotherapeutic methods. Videos of him can be found on YouTube. 17dc91bb1f