Billions of little lights.Brought into time but aware of places outside of time.A glowing bacteria,spreading,reforming…Productive,destructive. Misinformed or misanthropic,malcontent melancholics ,meandering around with a lot of fuckin words. Sometimes you just wake up, for no real reason.
“What’s that? Who’s there?”
(No one, go back to sleep)
But I’m awake now.
( I don’t think I’d call whatever it is that you are, ‘awake’ )
I’m actively conscious. Therefore I am.
I talked to my friend today briefly, it was nice to chat.Ironically he moved to Boston, stands in awe of the creative minds surrounding him, and scratches out a living in capitalism. In the workforce.
People change, they really do, and thank God. That is some little glimmer of hope for anyone and everyone. The goals were,,hmmm,, for him, “recognition”. To be perceived as exactly what you want to be, a person sure of themselves and never flinching. Prolific, sure, I’d use that word, My friend had/has no shortage of output, just open up that faucet and let it pour.
I believe in that.
Where we delineate is the product. He would hold onto every thought like it was valuable, anything he made, he held it dear. It was so important because it was a validation of his identity, every, single,product.
I disagreed.
Personally , I relish in the act of doing it, my favorite thing, I do not view or review , I do not judge, I do not allow myself to be tricked by ego, I don’t fall in love with it because I don’t believe in it. Where I came from….eesh …” the only value is establishing yourself and being symbiotic with the system we live in” —- in a nutshell..
Make things just for you. Daydream just for you. Play with thoughts because they’re yours, and it’s a really special thing. Dead people don’t get to have thoughts, wild animals don’t seem to spend time thinking about how they spend time.
Hats off to those that see it. Grip it and run. Nothing but respect. Takes a lot of balls to attempt feeding yourself off of thoughts, probably takes a healthy ego too, strong confidence. Mine comes from a fake place. ” none of this matters, so I don’t give a fuck”— true,, the destination is bulletproof, but it’s probably the wrong way to get there, nihilistic. And how might life look if one gave a fuck? Maybe two fucks? Two shits and three fucks? Maybe three point one four fucks. Pie fucker.
An impasse.
Nothing sadder than watching someone try. Nothing sadder than watching someone that has given up.
(Soooo…..magic?)
Yes magic, just let everything happen, the flow will reveal itself, never force or fight it.
(That’s pretty dumb)
Yea, probably.
(Should probably give a little bit of a fuck…at least a little)
If blackholes suck up all light, then they suck up all sound too.
(There’s no sound in space)
Good point. Sound travels through air and we think it’s universal because it’s all we know. What if,,,awe shucks,,,music is math, sound,vibration, arrangement , traveling through the air into our ears. Unique to our species. This invisible pattern that just fuckin works and we don’t know why… what if,, there are other things like it, that we just don’t know about?Things that either don’t exist here or can’t be found? Something truly new, some other place,somewhere , some other time ? (Alan parsons)
What a neat idea.
A mathematical concept, potentially an outlet, that we just don’t know about. What if there’s thousands of other things?
(What if creation is limited to us? And this is all there is?)
Depressing . I like my thought better.
dawn 