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.
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"Say hello." -- Deep Dish (Angello & Ingrosso remix)
"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.
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"Say hello." -- Deep Dish (Angello & Ingrosso remix)
Comments
I find my imagination more pleasant than anything reality can serve up.
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. ;)
LBB: Your imagination is a wonderland.
Unseen: I do quite enjoy my brain in this world of S's.