the things we think about, when we're trying not to think about anything.
so you think you've managed to fool the whole world. too bad the only person you've managed to deceive, is yourself.
everyone's caught on to everything you do
(and i can't let you,
let me down again)
false identities, are only truly ficticious when the façade is not effective. reality, real existence, does not reside in the individual, but in the collective. like it or not, the way others percieve you, is essentially who you are. because, fundamentally, its nearly impossible to convince them they're incorrect. as long as you can fool everyone around you, falsehood is reality, and is therefore no longer, "phony."
perception, an attitude or understanding based on what is observed or thought, is life. what we think is real, vs. what actually is real. there is no good, no evil, at least not actually. there is no difference between the ignorant and the enlightened. each pities the other for their erroneous views and is completely incapable of understanding the inverse of their own position.
so, then, what is true reality? perhaps it's the moderate position, the on the fence, so to speak. if you can feel nothing yourself, you can view and absorb everything around you. looking from the outside in.
maybe its like watching one of those old, cheesy, black and white horror movies. susie is looking for jeff, and for some reason, she decides to look for him in the closet (wtf, seriously). cue tacky music. but, obviously, jeff isn't in the closet and soon susie finds herself face to face with a poorly costumed monster. but before she opened the door, whether you voiced it aloud or not, you most likely thought something along the lines of dont do it! dont do it, susie! jeff isn't in the closet! no! what are you doing?!? run away! go! the other direction! god, what are you thinking?!?! dont open that door!. but why? besides the obvious "not too many people hang out in closets..."
you can see everything that's going on, what people immersed in the situation can not. and try as you may, there isn't anything you can do to help them. if you remove and isolate yourself, and just observe. you learn far more than you would have otherwise.
things change, and as they change, everything you once were, everything you thought or believed, becomes a mere shadow of your former emotion. the words themselves remain, but the feeling behind them dissappears. so maybe then, the passion is gone, but was it really there in the first place? prove it. this, perhaps, is part of the foundation of nostalgia. go ahead, ameliorate the past, you cant recapture it so you might as well torture yourself with the notion that things will never be as "good" as they once were.
[EDIT]: but if that's true, and the past has little to no bearing on the present. i'm not the person i was in april, i'm not even the person i was twenty-four hours ago.
so then, yesterday's conviction, should not sway today's trial.
everyone's caught on to everything you do
(and i can't let you,
let me down again)
false identities, are only truly ficticious when the façade is not effective. reality, real existence, does not reside in the individual, but in the collective. like it or not, the way others percieve you, is essentially who you are. because, fundamentally, its nearly impossible to convince them they're incorrect. as long as you can fool everyone around you, falsehood is reality, and is therefore no longer, "phony."
perception, an attitude or understanding based on what is observed or thought, is life. what we think is real, vs. what actually is real. there is no good, no evil, at least not actually. there is no difference between the ignorant and the enlightened. each pities the other for their erroneous views and is completely incapable of understanding the inverse of their own position.
so, then, what is true reality? perhaps it's the moderate position, the on the fence, so to speak. if you can feel nothing yourself, you can view and absorb everything around you. looking from the outside in.
maybe its like watching one of those old, cheesy, black and white horror movies. susie is looking for jeff, and for some reason, she decides to look for him in the closet (wtf, seriously). cue tacky music. but, obviously, jeff isn't in the closet and soon susie finds herself face to face with a poorly costumed monster. but before she opened the door, whether you voiced it aloud or not, you most likely thought something along the lines of dont do it! dont do it, susie! jeff isn't in the closet! no! what are you doing?!? run away! go! the other direction! god, what are you thinking?!?! dont open that door!. but why? besides the obvious "not too many people hang out in closets..."
you can see everything that's going on, what people immersed in the situation can not. and try as you may, there isn't anything you can do to help them. if you remove and isolate yourself, and just observe. you learn far more than you would have otherwise.
things change, and as they change, everything you once were, everything you thought or believed, becomes a mere shadow of your former emotion. the words themselves remain, but the feeling behind them dissappears. so maybe then, the passion is gone, but was it really there in the first place? prove it. this, perhaps, is part of the foundation of nostalgia. go ahead, ameliorate the past, you cant recapture it so you might as well torture yourself with the notion that things will never be as "good" as they once were.
[EDIT]: but if that's true, and the past has little to no bearing on the present. i'm not the person i was in april, i'm not even the person i was twenty-four hours ago.
so then, yesterday's conviction, should not sway today's trial.