dualism
The strange things that go on in the closed confines of a skull, when you have three personalities fighting for dominance. It happens sometimes, to me. Speaking out of character for a bit, I suppose. See, Sarxory is the original...the first. Tygrbolt was created later, and the third...well, he's none of your business. But all of them have their own separate voices within. It's strange. My original identity, what I once thought myself, was pretty much murdered by Sarxory. Not subsumed. very little remains of who I once was. Sarxory is very similar to him, but not the same person at all.
And now, at times, Tygrbolt has a very different option from my own. And at times, we wrestle over control. It doesn't happen very often. Typically, Tygr and I share a good relationship. Father and son, pretty much. But the boy gets argumentative over certain subjects.
*Chuckles* It's interesting, when the voices in your head are given names. I've been told I even sound different when it's Tygrbolt talking, out here.
On to other subjects. very little time lately for Sarx to draw. I think it's depressing the hell out of him, a lot of times. It's his equivalent of smoking. It relaxes him, and gives him something to do with his hands. Work lately has been too frenetic for him to do anything as far as drawing goes.
Otherwise, things are pretty good. Life, as it stands, goes on, unabated. People to see, movies to watch, work to do. A constant flow. I/O. Streaming data from all corners of what one might define our own cube. The known universe, through our viewpoint.
Reality stretches out, in all distances, and all directions, even those our minds cannot comprehend.. Do we define it, or does it slowly define us, over the years? A little of both, I think. We must define reality as we see it...but over time, if we don't constantly re-evaluate, reality must shape us. Mold us into an unchanging and unshakable viewpoint. Flexibility is good. And necessary for survival of the mind.
Keep limber all. Work your mind in new directions.
And now, at times, Tygrbolt has a very different option from my own. And at times, we wrestle over control. It doesn't happen very often. Typically, Tygr and I share a good relationship. Father and son, pretty much. But the boy gets argumentative over certain subjects.
*Chuckles* It's interesting, when the voices in your head are given names. I've been told I even sound different when it's Tygrbolt talking, out here.
On to other subjects. very little time lately for Sarx to draw. I think it's depressing the hell out of him, a lot of times. It's his equivalent of smoking. It relaxes him, and gives him something to do with his hands. Work lately has been too frenetic for him to do anything as far as drawing goes.
Otherwise, things are pretty good. Life, as it stands, goes on, unabated. People to see, movies to watch, work to do. A constant flow. I/O. Streaming data from all corners of what one might define our own cube. The known universe, through our viewpoint.
Reality stretches out, in all distances, and all directions, even those our minds cannot comprehend.. Do we define it, or does it slowly define us, over the years? A little of both, I think. We must define reality as we see it...but over time, if we don't constantly re-evaluate, reality must shape us. Mold us into an unchanging and unshakable viewpoint. Flexibility is good. And necessary for survival of the mind.
Keep limber all. Work your mind in new directions.