The Journal Writings of John Smith
Title : Notes in the Journal of Impossible Things (1/?)
Rating : PG-13 just to keep in safe
Spoilers : up to Human Nature and Family of Blood
Disclaimer : not mine
Summary : Small ramblings on what else was to be found in the journal John Smith kept?
Notes in the
Journal of Impossible Things
How does it feel, to be human?
A blank page stares at me, after writing those few words. Well, not stares at me, but rather it almost seems to mock me.
When I convinced myself, the only way to preserve the memories of my nightly dreams, was to put pen to paper, how odd I find it then, that instead, I'm asking myself philosophical questions. Do I dare answer this query, will it provide an insight into the myriad of images and ideas that seek an outlet in the midnight's silence? I suppose, that if one is to rid themselves of their internal demons, they should likely follow through, even if the methods prove unconventional.
Which brings me, circling back to the original inquiry. How does it feel, to be human?
Beings that I am, and rightfully so, as human as is humanly possible, I should rewrite that, no, I shall keep to my original thoughts. as human as is humanly possible, I am left to ponder the unknown. Possibly a cup of tea to steady my hand....
Humanity, everything in the here and now. A choice made, doesn't instantly reveal multiple strands of time, in a never ceasing pattern of consequences. Rather, it's repercussions slowly pervade reality, like the slow spreading ripples one observes in a large body of water, after an unknown disturbance. Long term effects having no apparent influence, unless one were to follow each individual moment, and then observe the subtle forces in play, becoming witness to their correlative impact on all life.
A multitude of thoughts; clashing together, thrown back from invisible borders, a twisted maze of ideas seeking solutions: unconnected ramblings flickering, then disappearing quickly as if trying to hold sand between one's fingers, slowly fading to empty echoes, filling vast caverns buried deep in the subconscious. Yet, my dreams are lucid, although puzzling. I imagine unusual and wonderous worlds, whose definition and clarity one would expect, if meeting with reality.
Is this a nightmarish madness, or a form of inspired dreaming. I shall record them faithfully, hoping for a clue to this existence, and the unanswered questions.
tbc
Rating : PG-13 just to keep in safe
Spoilers : up to Human Nature and Family of Blood
Disclaimer : not mine
Summary : Small ramblings on what else was to be found in the journal John Smith kept?
Notes in the
Journal of Impossible Things
How does it feel, to be human?
A blank page stares at me, after writing those few words. Well, not stares at me, but rather it almost seems to mock me.
When I convinced myself, the only way to preserve the memories of my nightly dreams, was to put pen to paper, how odd I find it then, that instead, I'm asking myself philosophical questions. Do I dare answer this query, will it provide an insight into the myriad of images and ideas that seek an outlet in the midnight's silence? I suppose, that if one is to rid themselves of their internal demons, they should likely follow through, even if the methods prove unconventional.
Which brings me, circling back to the original inquiry. How does it feel, to be human?
Beings that I am, and rightfully so, as human as is humanly possible, I should rewrite that, no, I shall keep to my original thoughts. as human as is humanly possible, I am left to ponder the unknown. Possibly a cup of tea to steady my hand....
Humanity, everything in the here and now. A choice made, doesn't instantly reveal multiple strands of time, in a never ceasing pattern of consequences. Rather, it's repercussions slowly pervade reality, like the slow spreading ripples one observes in a large body of water, after an unknown disturbance. Long term effects having no apparent influence, unless one were to follow each individual moment, and then observe the subtle forces in play, becoming witness to their correlative impact on all life.
A multitude of thoughts; clashing together, thrown back from invisible borders, a twisted maze of ideas seeking solutions: unconnected ramblings flickering, then disappearing quickly as if trying to hold sand between one's fingers, slowly fading to empty echoes, filling vast caverns buried deep in the subconscious. Yet, my dreams are lucid, although puzzling. I imagine unusual and wonderous worlds, whose definition and clarity one would expect, if meeting with reality.
Is this a nightmarish madness, or a form of inspired dreaming. I shall record them faithfully, hoping for a clue to this existence, and the unanswered questions.
tbc