And all the kings horses?
Well, i've decided once again to start writing in this dilapidated storage house of thought. I was in Vancouver for a visit, I went for 2 weeks...I don't remember much, but I think it was fun, I remember faces and nostalgia and alcohol. I had an interesting thought the other day, I was walking alone for some stupid reason, probably loneliness or some other embarrassing notion, but anyways, I caught a glimpse of someone elses shadow, and I realized that every thought, every fact, any other jigsaw emotion that make who we are is only just that, a shadow of what truely is. If we sleep a third of our lives, does that mean our dreams are what rule our lives? Is our waking life really the shadow? And I realized that this is what we used to understand, before media overwhelmed us, and consumerism had taken over, we could create, eyes closed, perfectly at bliss with candle light and ink. But now dreams are taken for granted, and creating is a function. Gears in the corporate machine, Veins. If the corporation is becomming a living creature, and it stemmed from "the american dream" then do you think its instinctual? That we're creating an almost life like processing stemming from just a thought a dream....oh how much we don't know about the great spiral of things...wrap your head around that one Richard. I think im going to bang my head against a wall.