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Matter occupies a certain place at a given time. Sometimes, matter can be organic; other times it can be inorganic. Given the state of disorientation which I am in, I can easily say that I occasionally drift off and find myself wondering about what certain people or things are doing at that exact moment. Tonight has been somewhat depressing - a devolution - a loss of thought - the acquired pinnacle of Homo sapiens: language. Language is not limited to vocalizations and writing... language is an expression of thought. I suffer from a failure in language. If somebody suffers from a loss of communication, how does this reflect upon their "humaness"? At this point in time, I have lost my taste for the human race. I'm lost. Existential breakdown. No, scratch that... communication breakdown. Mr. Plant always said it best.
'Misplaced tainted goods' seems to be the best description for how I feel at the moment. But hey, at least the West Africans exposed me to mmere dane... the concept of time being endless and always variable with changes. They put a title to a theory which I already had. Multilinear evolution? I think so - thanks Julian Steward.
As I digress down this stream of consciousness, I pose the following question: Is satisfaction and contentment possible when one is undoubtedly aware of full-spectrum perspectives? I don't know what the answer is. How can somebody feel like they know their place and purpose when they are just a grain of sand in the endless and infinite universe? And in this complex where I am just a grain within a universe, and the universe is never ending.. then that means I'm just a grain of sand within a grain of sand and to infinity. Ad infinitum - a dangerous thing when it is allowed free reign into the human brain.. an organ which has limits.
How hard is it to find yourself when you're right there? From what I've learned in life, very hard. Sometimes when you lose a cat or dog you won't find it through searching. Sometimes you just have to let it wonder back home on its own terms and time. But what if they got hit by a car? My metaphorical dilemma...
'Misplaced tainted goods' seems to be the best description for how I feel at the moment. But hey, at least the West Africans exposed me to mmere dane... the concept of time being endless and always variable with changes. They put a title to a theory which I already had. Multilinear evolution? I think so - thanks Julian Steward.
As I digress down this stream of consciousness, I pose the following question: Is satisfaction and contentment possible when one is undoubtedly aware of full-spectrum perspectives? I don't know what the answer is. How can somebody feel like they know their place and purpose when they are just a grain of sand in the endless and infinite universe? And in this complex where I am just a grain within a universe, and the universe is never ending.. then that means I'm just a grain of sand within a grain of sand and to infinity. Ad infinitum - a dangerous thing when it is allowed free reign into the human brain.. an organ which has limits.
How hard is it to find yourself when you're right there? From what I've learned in life, very hard. Sometimes when you lose a cat or dog you won't find it through searching. Sometimes you just have to let it wonder back home on its own terms and time. But what if they got hit by a car? My metaphorical dilemma...