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...and in conclusion let me say that is all we ever jump to. No I did not already tell you a story, but chances are you have told one of the same self effacing gradure or have heard one equally as magnificent in splendor and stupidity. Stories are not about make believe, because if we all believed there would be no need for making. Words are thoughts and thoughts are words. If any of us could think without the words of others possibly altering our thoughts, words might have some clarity and maybe some day our thoughts would soon follow. There is no story of me without a you, no fiction without the non. Make believe is to believe we can make...maybe a better something, or something better. A wish can be made as easily as hope destroyed. I may hold the plunger to the TNT wrapped around mine, as fragily as you grip yours ? I have two hands one steering my fate and one to swat the hand of the one screaming 'your fate has ruined mine'. How we get to points in our stories is other stories bumping, guiding or forcing us. Oh...yeah the story...it is about a Human who was being and in so being was Human, for they tried with many words in complaint, slander, compliment and even dream to detonate the ideals of thought into tiny pieces so small they can never be reorganized into something recognizable. But the laws of hope are in the hope of laws. The guidence of laws is nearly as indistiguisable as the bending of them. Moral compasses point straight to ME, so on our journeys of telling stories those arrows go askew as each ME collides. I have not revealed a plot but I would bet you have conceived of where this is headed if you have ever plotted. Glamourize your characters to your fantasy, whim or dismay, for there is a suit waiting for anyone suitable. -c.w. fawell.
So to read can be as daunting, daring and some may argue as dangerous as writing. The critique of criticism can be a pesky skunk...he says, 'yeah I know I stink but it's the way I was created'. We stumble upon words like a drunk into a bar, 'what's another one gonna hurt' ? They are not multi ton contraptions racing from point A to B, they carry a cargo that can never be boxed. UPS,FedEx and the like have figured it's all about delivery, packages and words are delivered when we are expecting and not. It is the delivery update App I would like to download into every brain. But walking into a new day, situation or person holds a chance at delivery for both. Receiving fluxuates with every brain, attitude, moment and effort at normality. But what is normal...a greater question is why would we all want to be the same? Does compliance equal fear, frustration or compromise ? I think equal is avoided and even dreaded do to dreading. If we all were equal there would be no complaint, and life without complaint would mean the abolishment of SO MANY means and attempts at communication. No I would never like to be able to read minds, well maybe if I had a mind incapable of critique. A blank page is glorious, it cannot be anything but a vessel. What is riding the storm of our thoughts is our brains or dare I say our minds, but what is a mind without minding? We mind each other in varying respects...but we'll delve into the R word later. We have a mind to think and think to mind, but that is frightengly close to chicken vs egg. - c.w. fawell.
To be left with a brain can feel so right and incomprehensible. And by left I refer to abandon there are occasions we feel alone, yet surrounded by alone. The ship of fools sails on the ocean of doubt. 'I need to find myself' where exactly did you go? While we are all finding ourselves we are missing the others searching, maybe not for the exact reasons do we all look, but look is as varied as see. I want to see what others see without looking at them or others want to look without seeing what others see. But wait that is just rationalizing, to ration or limit rationalizing would be oppression or at least injustice...but who is Judge, Jury or who gets stuck on 3rd shift watching the rattling of our brain cells? Are we not the guards of our own minds, not only intake of inmates of varying stays but the escape of the rowdy, uncontrollable and down right mischievous. When I find myself I shall ask if you have yourself insight or grasp, one may find that the Self was just tunneling away with a spoon at the walls of their mind. They had not escaped but had caught a glimpse of those with a worn down utencil.
So to read can be as daunting, daring and some may argue as dangerous as writing. The critique of criticism can be a pesky skunk...he says, 'yeah I know I stink but it's the way I was created'. We stumble upon words like a drunk into a bar, 'what's another one gonna hurt' ? They are not multi ton contraptions racing from point A to B, they carry a cargo that can never be boxed. UPS,FedEx and the like have figured it's all about delivery, packages and words are delivered when we are expecting and not. It is the delivery update App I would like to download into every brain. But walking into a new day, situation or person holds a chance at delivery for both. Receiving fluxuates with every brain, attitude, moment and effort at normality. But what is normal...a greater question is why would we all want to be the same? Does compliance equal fear, frustration or compromise ? I think equal is avoided and even dreaded do to dreading. If we all were equal there would be no complaint, and life without complaint would mean the abolishment of SO MANY means and attempts at communication. No I would never like to be able to read minds, well maybe if I had a mind incapable of critique. A blank page is glorious, it cannot be anything but a vessel. What is riding the storm of our thoughts is our brains or dare I say our minds, but what is a mind without minding? We mind each other in varying respects...but we'll delve into the R word later. We have a mind to think and think to mind, but that is frightengly close to chicken vs egg. - c.w. fawell.
To be left with a brain can feel so right and incomprehensible. And by left I refer to abandon there are occasions we feel alone, yet surrounded by alone. The ship of fools sails on the ocean of doubt. 'I need to find myself' where exactly did you go? While we are all finding ourselves we are missing the others searching, maybe not for the exact reasons do we all look, but look is as varied as see. I want to see what others see without looking at them or others want to look without seeing what others see. But wait that is just rationalizing, to ration or limit rationalizing would be oppression or at least injustice...but who is Judge, Jury or who gets stuck on 3rd shift watching the rattling of our brain cells? Are we not the guards of our own minds, not only intake of inmates of varying stays but the escape of the rowdy, uncontrollable and down right mischievous. When I find myself I shall ask if you have yourself insight or grasp, one may find that the Self was just tunneling away with a spoon at the walls of their mind. They had not escaped but had caught a glimpse of those with a worn down utencil.