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Grab your coffee and your magnifying glasses, as you ease out of bed and into a set of comfortable Sunday pajamas and slippers. Slide down the steps with your aching joints and matching creaking floor, just as your plaid pajama pants match the shirt your wife has given you. The Sunday paper, littered with advertisements and falseties has become your only pastime. You are consumed with scrutinizing its every word and phrase, remarking every now and then, “Back in my day…”
And you were right. Back in your day, whether the “day” exists only in your mind or whether it correlates to a physical place really makes no difference. The fact is that it exists for you, as real as the newspaper in front of you, and staring just as clearly. Back in your day, all was right with the world, and everything made sense. None of this nonsense of the future, politicians running wild, no family values and time speeding up to an ever greater pace. And now? Now what are we to do with “your day”? Let’s gather up and save it from antiquity. As you lose hold of this world, your days fading and blurring together with the same monotonous activity and slow movement, think more and more about “your day”.
Close your eyes, feel your heartbeat slow and skip every now and then. Slow yourself as you fade deeper and deeper into sleep and back to “your day”. Your heartbeat stops, body functions cease, nothing is left but an electromagnetic pulse quivering in your brain.
One thought starts the process. “My day”. Now you can feel that you are adding to this simple statement of existence. “Back in my day”. You add more. “Back in my day, my father knew how to treat his children.” Instantly, your father and brothers and sisters are called back into existence. Name, think, and create: you are fabricating your world once again. From a simple statement, you have rebuilt your entire mental image to your now physical reality.
you
are
Free.
And you were right. Back in your day, whether the “day” exists only in your mind or whether it correlates to a physical place really makes no difference. The fact is that it exists for you, as real as the newspaper in front of you, and staring just as clearly. Back in your day, all was right with the world, and everything made sense. None of this nonsense of the future, politicians running wild, no family values and time speeding up to an ever greater pace. And now? Now what are we to do with “your day”? Let’s gather up and save it from antiquity. As you lose hold of this world, your days fading and blurring together with the same monotonous activity and slow movement, think more and more about “your day”.
Close your eyes, feel your heartbeat slow and skip every now and then. Slow yourself as you fade deeper and deeper into sleep and back to “your day”. Your heartbeat stops, body functions cease, nothing is left but an electromagnetic pulse quivering in your brain.
One thought starts the process. “My day”. Now you can feel that you are adding to this simple statement of existence. “Back in my day”. You add more. “Back in my day, my father knew how to treat his children.” Instantly, your father and brothers and sisters are called back into existence. Name, think, and create: you are fabricating your world once again. From a simple statement, you have rebuilt your entire mental image to your now physical reality.
you
are
Free.