So the weight. What is the weight ? As Ginsberg said to me the weight of the world is the burden of love. Love is a trap, a wonderful bullshit, but it's the only thing that makes human lives look non human. Love is a beautiful mystery. But love is hatred, hatred against ourselves. It makes spirit bravely fight against all the devils of the soul to reach a level never reached yet. It is running beyond enlighten limits, pushing ourselves in the dark. It is MASOCHISM, it's the capitulation of the ego, overtly giving the lover the weapon that kill you. Love in the nothingness of the words. It makes a body shiver, a heart blow up until it explodes. It makes eyes speak and laughs scream "I love you". Love is the difference. Love is losing a part of oneself in someone by creating it, love is living. The loved one may totally be our whole world and more and how curious it is to know it can be nothing for someone else, not even a dust in the wind. Who choose? The weight of oneself? Carrying its own consciousness is tough. The spirit is heavy, free to you to release it by any sort of manners. We have to vomit it, birth of ourselves, explode it against a surface, somewhere we can show it to some teeming eyes. It's the only funny thing we're left to do as Earthlings. So let's vomit !