call me ludwig
doesn!t it ever get old@
don!t you ever get sick of always knowing [on some either obscure or obvious level of consciousness] that ^it^ will balance out@ that things will either get better or worse in order to equalize a given situation@ --
doesn!t it ever become tiring@ the same old tension followed by relief• must there be a climax@ must there be a way down@ recapitulation@ what if there was no organic consistency@
why not stay on the top rung@ why not walk right off@ why not do exactly the opposite of what you think you should do@ if there is some sort of a parallel reality to this existence, what better way to reach it than by dealing entirely in the ^opposite^@
i!d bet it would be refreshing•
i admire those who can consciously exceed the edge• not because of any desire that i could, but because of my respect for ability that demonstrates vision and will extraordinary of the common conception of the modern human•
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my dreams persist• unfleeting, they collect, permeate, inhabit the fibers of my subconscious• ever since i became a dreamer• they are real, they are living, and when the time is right, they are and will continue to be born•
the weight of dreams can be distressingly tremendous•
...
but i am a patient [hu]man•
don!t you ever get sick of always knowing [on some either obscure or obvious level of consciousness] that ^it^ will balance out@ that things will either get better or worse in order to equalize a given situation@ --
doesn!t it ever become tiring@ the same old tension followed by relief• must there be a climax@ must there be a way down@ recapitulation@ what if there was no organic consistency@
why not stay on the top rung@ why not walk right off@ why not do exactly the opposite of what you think you should do@ if there is some sort of a parallel reality to this existence, what better way to reach it than by dealing entirely in the ^opposite^@
i!d bet it would be refreshing•
i admire those who can consciously exceed the edge• not because of any desire that i could, but because of my respect for ability that demonstrates vision and will extraordinary of the common conception of the modern human•
---
my dreams persist• unfleeting, they collect, permeate, inhabit the fibers of my subconscious• ever since i became a dreamer• they are real, they are living, and when the time is right, they are and will continue to be born•
the weight of dreams can be distressingly tremendous•
...
but i am a patient [hu]man•