The words connected inside it are unimportant.
Unimportant to you, to me and even the words themselves and the reality they exist within.
Without expecting it and waiting for an internet connection to come back online I thought I would just let whatever was there just flow out… It feels good to do it but the result sometime looks really odd and I don’t know what to make of it. I just corrected the typos and pasted it here.
Anyway the connection is back…
The silent scream tears at the conceptual heart of the dream and travels down time to become a memory of what once was and seen.
There is a tree, at the edge of the cliff, it leaves reach out into the sky, feeling the changes of a distant hug given in vain.
A theory that allows synchronicitous events to simply be effected causes… Or some other dubious theory that comes to mind. Continue reading
I do agree, we need to stand on the shoulders of giants and stretch our imagination to the limits of conceptual freedom. Wander with wonder through all the wonderful things that you can wish for, dream of, imagine, create. I agree we waste so much time living the life of the small ideas. Thinking big is good for you…
But… Continue reading
Imagine a world where you belong, a world where you can be anything you desire to be, that everything you desire is possible whenever you think it is right to experience.