We are not ourselves when we dream. It is a different muse that inspires us when we slumber, a different rhythm that we walk to. I wonder what would be if that which we reserved only for our sleeping hours were to show its face in the waking world? How strange would we seem? After all, we are something like free of any of that which inhibits us when we dream — incoming and outgoing filters seem disabled. It is perhaps not, though, what we would call our "true" selves that emerge in that state — they are both us, the we who are awake and the we who drift in sleep. It is just that we the unconscious are quite the different from we the conscious. We need them both to be who we are. And maybe sanity is just keeping the two where they live: each where they may play their roles; each in tune to the two different worlds we inhabit, the day and the night.
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6:59pm monday, 3rd february
How can one stand not to be amazed by someone who can write with such intensity, purity and sincerity. At the same time as you have managed to preserve the wisdom years has provided you, there is still the clear-headedness, in our times, found only in children. there is still one or two more comments i will make on your site, for it has been a long time since i have read anything that has made such an impression on me.. Then, eventually, i will consider getting back to my project on schitzophrenia.. though i know not how i am gonna concentrate after this..
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7:08pm monday, 3rd february
to write with such clarity.. i hope this site will reach many many more people throughout the world.. In the pitch darkness that surround me, you bring new understanding to me. That i really do appreciate! THANK YOU!
me?! AGAIN
7:15pm monday, 3rd february
Yupp, as you might have noticed ive written several comments to the same poem. Why you ask, well, i just cant seem to stop writing. And each time i notice someting new.. AND ALL THAT READ THIS, REMEMBER : THERE IS ONLY A SMALL DIFFERENCE THAT SEPERATE THE CRAZY FROM THE GENIOUS....!!!
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7:26pm monday, 3rd february
This will be my last entry.. it is getting dark, really dark outside. its the kind of darkness only found up here in the North.. and with me not beeing to fond of darkness i better go find a flashlight and start walking home in 15 centimeters snow.. Dont think ill ever visit this site again, as i probarbly wont even remember it in the morning. But right here and now i can say, from the bottom of my heart, that you have given me insight and something i yet am unablr to describe. Thats about it i guess, the world avaits me (one can always hope). and with those very words she picked up her things and started her way home, somewhat easier at mind and certainly with greater understanding and insight...
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