a simple plan

2003-07-01, 10:59 p.m.

life may fall into the realm of two possibilties. one, being the safer and, naturally more saught after by humanity because of its afore mentioned quality, is that all that we experience is real. We can take every single input from our senses as being true, pure, and concrete. we can question our surroundings with the knowledge we gain from our senses, and make some "real progress" in life. some people, having more luck and less attatchment to the opiates of life, may actually influence others greatly. however, these claims seem to fall into the safest and least organinc prescriptions we have ever known.

and two... the possiblity that every single truth in our entire game, our entire play, our entire collage and barage of lights and smells and kisses, is not what we really seek. who ever said that the truth is what we seek when truth is a completely individualized perception; a judgement of time, which is nothing but a notion. we may be looking into the tunnel which has no width, just an infinite depth that gives a hint of circulated air; enough to tickle the nose of an inquiring teenager. In this second possible world, the journey is not taken to further your understanding of truth, or to ascend to any spiritual peak, but rather... to become the sunken lines in the cordeuroy, the sky behind the mountain during sunset, a trail of fog outlining the path of an ancient lightning bolt. i do not know anything because any truth seems to be more fiction than any of Dickens' tales or Christey's mysteries.