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Wednesday, October 4, 2006 2:42:27 PM
Realisation of a useless ness for words
Realization of the uselessness of language
The boundaries that are in fact our tools in this dimension
Did you ever think about the word, “alone”…
There would be no use for the word sanity
Unless the insane decide to join us for a moment, in a moment, of “sanity”
Sanity seems to be a world outside you
Without space there is no such thing as inside/outside
There just is
Words… a strong tool when used in particular ways
Mind as a whole… what a muscle
But still only a biological phenomenon
What outside this area of science, an area bounded by the laws it creates
By using such tools of discovery
Such tools that endlessly kill satisfaction
I am forever remembering the life I am experiencing
I am fovever experiencing my present
I am never completely ready for my future
When is my future my present.
When am I me?
Never and always.
Stretch Beyond
Realization of the uselessness of language
The boundaries that are in fact our tools in this dimension
Did you ever think about the word, “alone”…
There would be no use for the word sanity
Unless the insane decide to join us for a moment, in a moment, of “sanity”
Sanity seems to be a world outside you
Without space there is no such thing as inside/outside
There just is
Words… a strong tool when used in particular ways
Mind as a whole… what a muscle
But still only a biological phenomenon
What outside this area of science, an area bounded by the laws it creates
By using such tools of discovery
Such tools that endlessly kill satisfaction
I am forever remembering the life I am experiencing
I am fovever experiencing my present
I am never completely ready for my future
When is my future my present.
When am I me?
Never and always.
Stretch Beyond
