shifting realities -- a point will be lost
now what would be really sad is if our creator wasn't laughing while designing human nature
it's a pity that it takes more effort to focus on more abstract constructs such as money and work than simpler things like food and feelings. unless.. work is what you desire. ah, how nice it would be to be an unconcious robot. for one, you wouldn't realize how sad the situation is. no concept of dead.
i often find social interaction draining, even though i may crave it intensely at times. i also find that my sense of reality becomes quite distorted when i am not around others. it's as if i am only able to put my perspective into the right proportion when i can see and consequently become more aware of you. when i spend a long enough period out of direct contact with you, and you've been on my mind, your character often changes from what it should be. sometimes, it takes some sort of jarring event to wake up to awareness. it's shocking that i can let my thoughts wander so far away without realizing the obvious incongruities with events in shared consciousness. slightly less disturbing is the thought that i am misusing someone's image--it's like your copyright. and where do i end and you begin? our thoughts are our own and there will never be anyone except yourself who will understand and know what you're thinking. just imagine if the world of thoughts had dimension and were shared. would it be uniform like the hive-mind of the buggers in ender's game? or perhaps a wildly chaotic place of unending explosions of overlapping color wheels like clouds of different gasses diffusing through one another, pulsing with each new birth and death with irregular shadows because of memories? it's quite a wonder that we can create entire worlds of our own within our minds without ever knowing what a thought really is.
it's a pity that it takes more effort to focus on more abstract constructs such as money and work than simpler things like food and feelings. unless.. work is what you desire. ah, how nice it would be to be an unconcious robot. for one, you wouldn't realize how sad the situation is. no concept of dead.
i often find social interaction draining, even though i may crave it intensely at times. i also find that my sense of reality becomes quite distorted when i am not around others. it's as if i am only able to put my perspective into the right proportion when i can see and consequently become more aware of you. when i spend a long enough period out of direct contact with you, and you've been on my mind, your character often changes from what it should be. sometimes, it takes some sort of jarring event to wake up to awareness. it's shocking that i can let my thoughts wander so far away without realizing the obvious incongruities with events in shared consciousness. slightly less disturbing is the thought that i am misusing someone's image--it's like your copyright. and where do i end and you begin? our thoughts are our own and there will never be anyone except yourself who will understand and know what you're thinking. just imagine if the world of thoughts had dimension and were shared. would it be uniform like the hive-mind of the buggers in ender's game? or perhaps a wildly chaotic place of unending explosions of overlapping color wheels like clouds of different gasses diffusing through one another, pulsing with each new birth and death with irregular shadows because of memories? it's quite a wonder that we can create entire worlds of our own within our minds without ever knowing what a thought really is.