I used to have this feeling, now and again, that while I wasn’t looking, reality was being changed out from under me. There were passages that I was certain were in the Bible, but reading it and re-reading it, they were not to be found. Songs whose words I seemed to have heard before saying one thing, suddenly, upon hearing them again, they said something else entirely. Words were added, words were changed. There was once where I had thought that the entirety of Atlas Shrugged had been replaced by a completely different story, and there was at one point while deep in my madness that I could peer into the alternate reality where the text was what I thought it was supposed to be. I suppose this is what is called paranoia. Because it turned out that the story I had been expecting was actually the plot of a different Ayn Rand book, The Fountainhead. The conspiracy never turns out to be real. And reality is what it is.
Reflection
1:04pm friday, 27th january
Take your Stand on something....Sorry the pun....Even if you are 1 out of a billion........Go to the top...........
Reflection
Stand