Random Deep thoughts
I must have said this before, but I guess I will say it again: "Perception at once shapes the mind and rules over time. Time however erodes human perception, and then in turn warps the mind. The mind is capricious, having various effects on perception, time, and the mind itself.... only with harmony of the three can progress be made."
Time blurs and days collide together, the reality of time sinks in, the truth that while time is infinite, an entire existence is compressed into a stark and finite bundle of memories and sensations. This compression takes on a surreal tone when the extent of time "lost" changes from days and into months then years and finaly at its conclusion, a lifetime. The inevitability of this realisation is a shift of emotion, an alteration of perception fueled by the horror and self loathing that the mind can not hold on to time as an infinite stream, and instead forces itself to view its own perceptions as a sequence of endless repetitions.
The dream itself is a defense of the mind, a manipulation of both perception and time, altering memories and events, removing from them the very defintion of time. Dreams freeze events into complex and discrete bundles, bringing forth sensations and perception, devoid of linearity, preserving effect while removing cause. Thus our minds are preserved and organized, forced to destroy the majority of our existence, and by doing so, allowing us to not only live in the moment, rather then at the head of an increasingly long river that was our brush with time, but also to ignore the implications that our "brief" existence is in fact vast and contains an infinatum of events, and that to be fully appreciated, must not be viewed as a finite bundle of discrete events, but as a single infinite coherent stream, unaffected by both time and perception.
Time blurs and days collide together, the reality of time sinks in, the truth that while time is infinite, an entire existence is compressed into a stark and finite bundle of memories and sensations. This compression takes on a surreal tone when the extent of time "lost" changes from days and into months then years and finaly at its conclusion, a lifetime. The inevitability of this realisation is a shift of emotion, an alteration of perception fueled by the horror and self loathing that the mind can not hold on to time as an infinite stream, and instead forces itself to view its own perceptions as a sequence of endless repetitions.
The dream itself is a defense of the mind, a manipulation of both perception and time, altering memories and events, removing from them the very defintion of time. Dreams freeze events into complex and discrete bundles, bringing forth sensations and perception, devoid of linearity, preserving effect while removing cause. Thus our minds are preserved and organized, forced to destroy the majority of our existence, and by doing so, allowing us to not only live in the moment, rather then at the head of an increasingly long river that was our brush with time, but also to ignore the implications that our "brief" existence is in fact vast and contains an infinatum of events, and that to be fully appreciated, must not be viewed as a finite bundle of discrete events, but as a single infinite coherent stream, unaffected by both time and perception.