A simple whisper of things to come.
Slam.
On your desk.
Listen up.
I don't have much time.
I want to thank you all for attending this meeting.
Under each of your seats, you'll find an empty, clear plastic baggy.
It's about the size of your head.
I wouldn't suggest you try.
In this bag, I want you to play one item from your deep, dark, sub-conscious/conscious, crawl-space.
I want you to place a thought in it, be it a dream, be it a fear, be it an anything you like, but it can only be one, and it is your own personal, nasty spark, in a manner of speaking.
This is the thought that makes you, you. You may ask why such importance is held in such an object, but alas, ah ha! It's you, that are the object, and vice versa.
So shouldn't the question be, why do you place such importance on yourself? No?
Hmm? It's a strategy, kids. It's what enables the individual to become the individual within a group, without 'leaving' the group.
This will become encased in this baggy, and it will separate you from it.
Now, this item: Stare at it, as if it were apart from you.
You are no longer part of it.
It is no longer part of you.
What do you have left in your body?
What's the ratio?
Quiet. No telling. The secret soul.
It's your heart. It smears your fingerprint on the glass, as footprints up a sanddune.
Becomes close with this for all the seconds in your life that you let it float around in your head, you aren't really have interaction with it, are you? You are co-existing with it, like a loveless marriage.
Look at it, as if you were looking at someone else's.
Look at you, as if you were looking at someone else.
Now, where were we?
Surprising yourself with what you could possible do with this, is your most gratifying reward. To release any chains of those that might bind your nature, is the evolution of anything. To spread outwards and dissipate into oblivion. Branches, one might say. Particle, by particle, in an ever growing noise.
Louder and louder...
There is no such thing as complication. You just perceive your baggy as such.
Ponder away,
-Joshua
PS. Wow, I'm on a LJ kick right now, aren't I? haha
On your desk.
Listen up.
I don't have much time.
I want to thank you all for attending this meeting.
Under each of your seats, you'll find an empty, clear plastic baggy.
It's about the size of your head.
I wouldn't suggest you try.
In this bag, I want you to play one item from your deep, dark, sub-conscious/conscious, crawl-space.
I want you to place a thought in it, be it a dream, be it a fear, be it an anything you like, but it can only be one, and it is your own personal, nasty spark, in a manner of speaking.
This is the thought that makes you, you. You may ask why such importance is held in such an object, but alas, ah ha! It's you, that are the object, and vice versa.
So shouldn't the question be, why do you place such importance on yourself? No?
Hmm? It's a strategy, kids. It's what enables the individual to become the individual within a group, without 'leaving' the group.
This will become encased in this baggy, and it will separate you from it.
Now, this item: Stare at it, as if it were apart from you.
You are no longer part of it.
It is no longer part of you.
What do you have left in your body?
What's the ratio?
Quiet. No telling. The secret soul.
It's your heart. It smears your fingerprint on the glass, as footprints up a sanddune.
Becomes close with this for all the seconds in your life that you let it float around in your head, you aren't really have interaction with it, are you? You are co-existing with it, like a loveless marriage.
Look at it, as if you were looking at someone else's.
Look at you, as if you were looking at someone else.
Now, where were we?
Surprising yourself with what you could possible do with this, is your most gratifying reward. To release any chains of those that might bind your nature, is the evolution of anything. To spread outwards and dissipate into oblivion. Branches, one might say. Particle, by particle, in an ever growing noise.
Louder and louder...
There is no such thing as complication. You just perceive your baggy as such.
Ponder away,
-Joshua
PS. Wow, I'm on a LJ kick right now, aren't I? haha