To stop and smell the flowers.

[wonderfulpuddle]

How we generate meaning and knowledge out of the physical world is through our senses. What we see, touch, smell, hear, and taste (all in combination, all of the time) creates memory and identity, and without our senses and our ability to process them into thoughts, we would have nothing. This is obvious

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[anonymous]

of course with a heavy given though i do have a desire to see colored popcorn back on the shelf. and definitely it is all around us, its constantly a struggle to find a niche in a society that has already predetermined the prisons of everyday life into enjoyable things. like anything, we do not have strife or maybe we do, to cause more dynamic art but its almost as since there is so much of a flood of what is and isn't dynamic it definitely turns to the individual. and atleast in my case i find its the hardest things to bring any concept to because there are so many variables running around. we are all just a passing fart out of a god's ass or maybe just spit from a star or even what bobby said, a thrown stone. we cause our own ripple according to all of the built up and hype in our life to do "something" when overall the need to do something is simply a new meaning for doing nothing. because thats all it is, just degrading pity among one's being, knowing they didn't decide with their factual love and heart in a lens. we will be undefined heavily in this country, its almost as if the variety of everything (agreeing with you on the shaping ident part) but its just that there isn't a need because we haven't struggled enough, atleast now. we haven't had anything dynamic to change us besides paranoia and maybe a presidental assassination atempt which are basically lame unless the brains are flying, yet there are games everywhere about it. so much to say on this topic. i guess the ultimate is that almost excessively it all underlies our need to just escape the thought we might not be living, thus the variety of extreme things in life to verify one is living, even with drugs. to push ourselves the breaking point almost in a meaning journey of our true self worth even if the cost is being found in a septic tank because you said fuck you to the wrong person. slowly, we are becoming tyrannical and we will disappear without a trace, mainly because we all have something to do with it because we merely have to, HAVE TO, because no one enjoys curiosity.

they fucking force it