Reality, surreality, and suspension of mind.
It has actually become less important to me as to what is going to happen, what we're thinking, or what we're doing for god's sakes.
What it has come down to, is what is real and what is fake. Are they interchangeable? Are they really important?
I brought up a good theory about this earlier, stretching my mind and my imagination. It seems that we must make a trade, to get to each world. To go from the thinking world to the surreal world, we must temporarily suspend our minds and feel with our hearts. The moment that we start to think with brain cells, and what is rational, we immediately go back to the thinking world. It seems impossible at this point to have both at the same time. Maybe in real life, but in this situation, we either feel or we think. We can think with our feelings. We cant feel with our minds. What is rational no longer matters. It almost feels at times that, what is rational is fake. The falsity of what our minds tell us is right, just, and makes sense falls by the wayside when we take matters into our hearts. All these things; memories, lust, mourning, and of all things, love do not make sense.
So the answer is therefore a paradox; a place that cant be answered without questioning the other. Its all a matter of what we choose.
At the moment, I choose the despair and heartache of coming back to reality, if for just a few hours I can speak with someone I care about, and have them care back. Its fleeting in a sea of eternal emotion, but that is my choice.
What it has come down to, is what is real and what is fake. Are they interchangeable? Are they really important?
I brought up a good theory about this earlier, stretching my mind and my imagination. It seems that we must make a trade, to get to each world. To go from the thinking world to the surreal world, we must temporarily suspend our minds and feel with our hearts. The moment that we start to think with brain cells, and what is rational, we immediately go back to the thinking world. It seems impossible at this point to have both at the same time. Maybe in real life, but in this situation, we either feel or we think. We can think with our feelings. We cant feel with our minds. What is rational no longer matters. It almost feels at times that, what is rational is fake. The falsity of what our minds tell us is right, just, and makes sense falls by the wayside when we take matters into our hearts. All these things; memories, lust, mourning, and of all things, love do not make sense.
So the answer is therefore a paradox; a place that cant be answered without questioning the other. Its all a matter of what we choose.
At the moment, I choose the despair and heartache of coming back to reality, if for just a few hours I can speak with someone I care about, and have them care back. Its fleeting in a sea of eternal emotion, but that is my choice.