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you ever had those segments of life, where time flows effortlessly? The smooth sequential moments where you know what song is going to be played next, there's enough space for you to answer to what's going on, you are aware of the elements that you are existing in. I think this can be picked up from meditating too much. Or playing too much solitaire. But where does this effortless surety come from?
Then there are the times where you feel like a cracked mirror. All those bits are meant to fit together, but just can't reflect a true image. Food is tasteless, concentrating is useless. You know there's that hunted, haunted look in your eyes as they dart around, but there's nothing you can do about it. Cures are usually effective, but temporary, until...epiphany. Then its better than smooth surety, its better than Shakira, its the euphoria that comes with the puzzle finally clicking into place. phooaarrr that's a good feeling.
Until something comes along and shakes you out of order.
Ordeals force the hand of change. Change is equated with new perspectives and new perspectives are always good. That is, until you fall into a relativistic hole of static terror. Which in itself is the mud of uncertainty. Therefore not true perception, but fear of thought.
Thought is pretty scary.
Then there are the times where you feel like a cracked mirror. All those bits are meant to fit together, but just can't reflect a true image. Food is tasteless, concentrating is useless. You know there's that hunted, haunted look in your eyes as they dart around, but there's nothing you can do about it. Cures are usually effective, but temporary, until...epiphany. Then its better than smooth surety, its better than Shakira, its the euphoria that comes with the puzzle finally clicking into place. phooaarrr that's a good feeling.
Until something comes along and shakes you out of order.
Ordeals force the hand of change. Change is equated with new perspectives and new perspectives are always good. That is, until you fall into a relativistic hole of static terror. Which in itself is the mud of uncertainty. Therefore not true perception, but fear of thought.
Thought is pretty scary.