Thought Amblings

Do you ever just come home from toil and go and lie down, not sleeping nor waking?

"Who has time?" you may ask.

I don't have time either, but I do it anyway. Always have. It's a need, sort of.

When I do this, odd stuff floats to the surface of my consciousness.

Just now, this thought emerged slowly from the unformed ether:

"If I die tomorrow, I will at least know this about myself:"

A few seconds later, a rough-edged, unvarnished truth emerged:

"I live more in the world of ideas than in the real world."

It's true, I say.


"Say hello." -- Deep Dish (Angello & Ingrosso remix)


Azathoth100 said…
thats just because the world of ideas is a nicer place than reality is.
How true, AZAthoth!

I find my imagination more pleasant than anything reality can serve up.
The Unseen One said…
That's the joy of being an Intuitive (N) on the Meyers Briggs / Keirsey personality temperament!

Reality is merely an arena for proving and disproving ideas.

Plus, when bored, its good to be able to entertain ones self with one's own thoughts. ;)
Ari said…
Aza: True dat.

LBB: Your imagination is a wonderland.

Unseen: I do quite enjoy my brain in this world of S's.
BrideOfPorkins said…
I'm glad you live more in that world, it's a good world. Well, mostly, I mean, those gloves that scrub off potato skins were obviously thought up by a madman.

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