(no subject)
It has occurred to me that at any given time, there are an infinite number of places to be. Given the sequential nature of time, at every millionth of a second you become captured in an exact and precise location. If you really wanted to, you could plot with mathematical certainty the latitude and longitude of your crumbled up right toenail or the pimple on your upper lip or even the place where the center of your heart is. It's almost like video. There's a set frame-rate, and we have to operate within this constant and ongoing scene. There is no pause. No fast-forward or re-wind. No way of seeing what's in store - just conjecture and hope. No way changing what's already happened or where the center of your heart has traveled - just remembering and lament. All there can be is now. Then is was and when is will.
The hard part is
when you realize that sometimes it would be nice without the hope (worryanxiousnervous) or remembering (regretremorsereproach) we can't seem to shake our human condition. We're forced to play roles where the script is altogether unrehearsed and improvised. Act. Re-act.
I need something to do or else I'll continue to think entirely too much.
The hard part is
when you realize that sometimes it would be nice without the hope (worryanxiousnervous) or remembering (regretremorsereproach) we can't seem to shake our human condition. We're forced to play roles where the script is altogether unrehearsed and improvised. Act. Re-act.
I need something to do or else I'll continue to think entirely too much.