I am Toast's startling lack of surprise
There was an eerie finality to the night. I left the room with the song Feel Me by Darkstar way earlier in the night, and now, as I return from an amazing night, it is on once again, 4 hours later. Go figure.
As you can tell by my name, I was watching Fight Club not 3 minutes ago with the guys (Oh the irony) and as I watched it, I found a whole different perspective to the movie with relation to what we're currently studying in University. I could ramble on about it, but it would be a complete waste of time.
There's been many happenings. Many happenings indeed. Not good happenings, not not good hapenings, and just happenings. I'm completely unsure as to how I should feel. Maybe just to feel unsure is the totality of the current situation. I think it's about time I let go of the thoughts that might have been sitting in the vacuous hole I call my brain.
Maybe. Just maybe.
I had an idea tonight about something I might want to write, but in writing it, I think it would lose all meaning. I surmise my thoughts were something of a daydream, but not during the day. A waking dream in the middle of the night. Or perhaps a dream awakening at the end of the day. If anything, it was, and is no more.
I feel.
Sometimes, I like to disagree with things just so people will rationalize their opinions, their views, their thoughts. But to rationalize is just the ending to an otherwise uneventful story. Our rationales are based completely on our experiences alone, or from bits and pieces of information we absorb, and then formulate our opinions, thoughts, and feelings vicariously through these stories, tragedies, and comedies. How is it that we can base our knowledge off of something we haven't experienced? How is it that we can call ourselves experienced through reading? Why choose an authoritarian approach to life?
The dream is wasted.
Why not choose a path more complacent to the ideal of shared knowledge? Why do we not work as a single being? Why questions? Are we so absorbed in our bubbles that we choose not to think and question the basis of our knowledge? Is there something more we all failed to see when we evolved from a gelatinous blob floating carelessly through a sea we'd all eventually come to vacation on?
Well hoo-dee-fucking-hoo.
There's a startling finality to everything. Every aspect of life in all it's glory. People like to tell us that there is no end to the counting system. Everything extended forever and ever in all possible directions. But at the end, that's it. It's done. C'est finis! We all go back to sqaure one. Does it start all over again? Would we want it to?
The program for this evening is nothing new, you've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life, your death, you might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie off of?
As you can tell by my name, I was watching Fight Club not 3 minutes ago with the guys (Oh the irony) and as I watched it, I found a whole different perspective to the movie with relation to what we're currently studying in University. I could ramble on about it, but it would be a complete waste of time.
There's been many happenings. Many happenings indeed. Not good happenings, not not good hapenings, and just happenings. I'm completely unsure as to how I should feel. Maybe just to feel unsure is the totality of the current situation. I think it's about time I let go of the thoughts that might have been sitting in the vacuous hole I call my brain.
Maybe. Just maybe.
I had an idea tonight about something I might want to write, but in writing it, I think it would lose all meaning. I surmise my thoughts were something of a daydream, but not during the day. A waking dream in the middle of the night. Or perhaps a dream awakening at the end of the day. If anything, it was, and is no more.
I feel.
Sometimes, I like to disagree with things just so people will rationalize their opinions, their views, their thoughts. But to rationalize is just the ending to an otherwise uneventful story. Our rationales are based completely on our experiences alone, or from bits and pieces of information we absorb, and then formulate our opinions, thoughts, and feelings vicariously through these stories, tragedies, and comedies. How is it that we can base our knowledge off of something we haven't experienced? How is it that we can call ourselves experienced through reading? Why choose an authoritarian approach to life?
The dream is wasted.
Why not choose a path more complacent to the ideal of shared knowledge? Why do we not work as a single being? Why questions? Are we so absorbed in our bubbles that we choose not to think and question the basis of our knowledge? Is there something more we all failed to see when we evolved from a gelatinous blob floating carelessly through a sea we'd all eventually come to vacation on?
Well hoo-dee-fucking-hoo.
There's a startling finality to everything. Every aspect of life in all it's glory. People like to tell us that there is no end to the counting system. Everything extended forever and ever in all possible directions. But at the end, that's it. It's done. C'est finis! We all go back to sqaure one. Does it start all over again? Would we want it to?
The program for this evening is nothing new, you've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life, your death, you might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie off of?