In the mind of a ______________.......(fill in the blank)
First If you're going to take the time to read what Im going to type on this post, or even if you just read the title, Id like you to actually fill in that blank above, whether under an anonymous or your own alias, be completely honest in filling it in, sometimes its good to know what the world sees as our strengths or weaknesses.
Some things I believe in are, love, hatred, jealousy, endearment, basically every human emotion. I believe in music, dreaming, reincarnation, pain, drugs, extremes, and an entire list of things that is almost Infinite, but that seems almost contradictory, because I cant be positive I really believe that idea. I believe in tangible objects, facts, a perfect government, gay marriage, vigilantes, willpower, a world without money, hope.
I do not believe in addiction, a higher being, fate, absolute darkness, pure light, insanity, and a list that might stretch to an infinite, but an infinite that would fall short of that list which is all that I believe in, and if one infinite might be smaller than the next, how can this idea exist?
No person, group of people, imaginary friend, or idea, can reasonably justify denying people personal pleasures that do not harm others, these personal pleasures include some of the following, homo/hetero sexual bonds, suicide, drug use, self mutilation, self decortation, creation of arts, the use of any of our senses to consume those arts, and any other personal perogative.
Things we do when we know no one else can see us are those things that define us. We will as humans always do things differently around others than we do by ourselves, if you disagree, you are lying. There will always be some one or something better. We as humans got stuck with the shit end of the evolution spectrum. The closest thing to perfectiong is either the sphere or the circle. Communication is complex organization, just think about it, without the ability to communicate, there would be no order. Do numbers really exist, or are we just organizing something we call quantity, and if we are, isnt quantity just another organization of something we cant otherwise express without words? Makes your gears grind a little on the inside doesnt it?
This might easily be the first of a many part "essay" that I may or may not ever feel like continuing.
PLEASE COMMENT
Some things I believe in are, love, hatred, jealousy, endearment, basically every human emotion. I believe in music, dreaming, reincarnation, pain, drugs, extremes, and an entire list of things that is almost Infinite, but that seems almost contradictory, because I cant be positive I really believe that idea. I believe in tangible objects, facts, a perfect government, gay marriage, vigilantes, willpower, a world without money, hope.
I do not believe in addiction, a higher being, fate, absolute darkness, pure light, insanity, and a list that might stretch to an infinite, but an infinite that would fall short of that list which is all that I believe in, and if one infinite might be smaller than the next, how can this idea exist?
No person, group of people, imaginary friend, or idea, can reasonably justify denying people personal pleasures that do not harm others, these personal pleasures include some of the following, homo/hetero sexual bonds, suicide, drug use, self mutilation, self decortation, creation of arts, the use of any of our senses to consume those arts, and any other personal perogative.
Things we do when we know no one else can see us are those things that define us. We will as humans always do things differently around others than we do by ourselves, if you disagree, you are lying. There will always be some one or something better. We as humans got stuck with the shit end of the evolution spectrum. The closest thing to perfectiong is either the sphere or the circle. Communication is complex organization, just think about it, without the ability to communicate, there would be no order. Do numbers really exist, or are we just organizing something we call quantity, and if we are, isnt quantity just another organization of something we cant otherwise express without words? Makes your gears grind a little on the inside doesnt it?
This might easily be the first of a many part "essay" that I may or may not ever feel like continuing.
PLEASE COMMENT