{"id":14,"date":"2004-04-15T18:12:27","date_gmt":"2004-04-15T23:12:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/journal.ragedied.com\/?p=11"},"modified":"2004-04-15T18:12:27","modified_gmt":"2004-04-15T23:12:27","slug":"feeling-linear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/2004\/04\/15\/feeling-linear\/","title":{"rendered":"feeling linear"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>standing barefaced in the sun, i wonder<br \/>\nthe whys and wherefores bounce in the big empty<br \/>\nthe current of the questions carry me along<br \/>\nplaces unknown pass by in the blurry periphery<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nso easily distracted and confused<br \/>\ni am a baby at his mother&#8217;s breast<br \/>\nfocused on my need<br \/>\novercome by a world that i do not understand<\/p>\n<p>numbness is the devil you know<br \/>\nif you have known pain, it is tempting<br \/>\nand the stronghold walls that divide also protect<br \/>\nbut nothing can grow in the courtyard<\/p>\n<p>do not confuse your storehouse for a garden<br \/>\nwhat is taken from there can not be replenished from within<br \/>\nthe earth is wounded and the seed dies for the fruit the garden bares<br \/>\nour sufficiency is born of suffering<\/p>\n<p>what shall we say then?<br \/>\nif life was brought to us through death<br \/>\nand Christ was laid bare before all&#8230;<br \/>\nthe servant isn&#8217;t greater then his master<\/p>\n<p>to die to self is to live<br \/>\ni want to live<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>standing barefaced in the sun, i wonder<br \/>\nthe whys and wherefores bounce in the big empty<br \/>\nthe current of the questions carry me along<br \/>\nplaces unknown pass by in the blurry periphery<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4pNDf-e","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}