Reflections from a drive home
The most valuable lesson I have learned is that only half the rules of this world we have been taught actually exist. This includes the defition of who we are, the words we use and the limits of creativity and depth of understanding we posses. That a simple question is never simple, the amount of meaning given is completely contingent on the user of language. I have learned that alcohol is only an escape that dulls the mind and senses, it doesnt teach you anything or give you any great friendships that being genuine wont provide. And that time does not exist, it melts away at the mere thought of a memory. At this very moment I am driving down a pass that I drove down three days ago and in focusing on the memory, by having it play before me, the time between the two seems to disappear. And the same thing happens when I focus on the memory from a party I went to just over a week ago. The memory becomes so vivid and present that every thing that happened in between becomes folded away in the existential blanket. Everything is happening at once. We are neither here nor there but present in every occurrence.