Skip Right Past What You Don't Like

That's right! The wonderful tragedy, no wait. Start Again.

That's Right! The tragic wonder of freedom in this life is that you can skip right past anything you don't like, just ignore anything you don't want to hear. Each of us are free to create our own illusion, delusion, or madness (the words become relative at some point, the questions becomes when, as in, when do we reach that moment when we are actually past the point of no return) and all we can do is go along for the ride we create, consciously or not, in each of our individual minds.

Yes, another past entry.

LOL... LAM... LAA... ah, the wonderful method to the madness is still ever present when it wants to be, when we want it tome. The passion for being keeps waking us up whenever it seems the time is right for whatever we wake up for. Everything is relative and a matter of perspective. Whether we sink into an abyss of emptiness where we see no way out or we fly above the clouds and see no way down, each is an illusion of our own creation, even when we create the illusion of no control, no conscious awareness, and nothingness.

I know. I lived in nothingness for a very log time. One of the first formal volumes of writing I put together in this life, Book 5, was titled Nothingness. It was a loose leaf binder, as I recall, the first bound (or semi-bound, as in loose leaf, see the words?) infinite volume of words. Scattered Pages was Volume 1, the first infinite volume of words. Books 2, 3, and 4 were spiral bound, finite, which provide a whole different world and experience for a writing fool. Volume 5, however, long abandoned but still open for business (and actual continuation if it is ever brought out of storage) and a gaping abyss dormantly begging for more. The dormant can beg if you can hear them.

I hear them.

I hear you.

I hear them in me.

I hear you in me.

Cue musical escalation.

There are a few of you out there who understand this entry much more (or better, you are better even if the word makes no sense at the moment) than most others and to you I raise a mental glass and toast your being. Our being is why this world was formed, for this moment, this connection. May you find a glimmer of some energy, hope, wisdom, laughter, a tear, a bubble of gas moving through your intestine, the slightest sign of life as you read. May you know we connected and realize we are never completely alone, even when we forget there are others out there experiencing what we experience inside. Very different cultures, environments, circumstances, challenges, but... so close inside.

We've only just begun...

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Narf :)