In this dream life I wander so far that distance no longer has any meaning. Something about my being tells me that it is not real, none of it; no, not a deception, not an illusion, just that this is a place where I do not belong. I wonder what the place must be like where I do fit in, what pie in the sky could build such a eutopia. I am afloat in my own soul, no firm footing anywhere, drifting to and fro from wherever I situate myself. In this dream life I run and run and run just to get back to where I started, and the faster I run, the quicker that time passes. Yes, getting nowhere fast. I imagine that there are others who see the world pass like me, strangers to all the days and nights: let us all have a staring contest, but not against each other. Let's look upon the world with eyes that do not move, and see how long it takes for the world to blink.
Rich
1:24am saturday, 3rd april
Easy to slip into that mindset, but we must keep in mind 2 tings. 1, that this is the only place we have and it is up to us to make reality livable, real, and beautiful. 2, that this place is perfect, immagine if we could create our own universes, the complexities are so endless that we could never create a place that we were content with.
Rich