Do you like to fuck with your mind, to test the boundaries of reality...

You know what I find whimsical... I shall tell you... or reproduce it in a very theatrical descriptive, unelaborate, simply effective way... for all to filter in their minds, and hopefully allow the smallest to stick onto those last remaining braincells. one third of our existance is ... ironically, consciously unexistant.
<<You come back from school, you do this, you do that, you suddenly feel tired, you close your eyes, you might even see things, or hear, or even predict future events, until...






















"ahhh, what a beautiful morning... a mighty 10 hours have passed since I remember my last breathe in this reality... or my own presence.">>

But, those moments are meant to be consciously forgotten... When thinkers try to explain those missing hours with theories of astral travels (that can easily be proven, if you actually put an effort to get rid of mental constipation), theories of the subconscious escaping from the body... etc etc... they will be mocked by those who rather live in ignorance of those 1/2.4th moments everyday.

Imagine the concept of something existing everywhere around you, you are uncapable to see it, sometimes you feel it, but you don't know what it is, neither do you really wanna know... but this thing affects you, as a whole person, everyday... without realizing it... yet its existance is as present as you are.
(or for the more imaginative; suddenly extraterrestrial lifeforms comedown from somewhere in the universe and start walking around infront of your house...)

Once you realize, or for the imaginative, once you see... will you keep reading those books you started reading last week? will you go to school tomorrow to finish off a mathematic problem that's been stressing you for the past few days?... will you talk to your family the same way you do?...
No you will not... yet those things happen all the time... (maybe not to the extraterrestrial level)... we just consciously refuse to readapt our notion of "reality" or our stable perceptions we've learned to live with. We rather live, to the sacrifice of letting things in the unkwnown, even though they really aren't... they are unkwown for the simple fact that our perceptions won't allow something this dramatic to have a place in our existance, we don't wanna go through a drastic change like this, to have a bigbang occur in our brains affecting our notions of reality, leading us to a new Age of Darwin or evolution...

Think of it by appllying the universal law of Chemistry, There has to be balance for there to be life... There has to be an unknown to contradict what we perceive. If there wasn't an unknown, we wouldn't be here... for that is our quest, the unknown... we invent theories and bigger machines every year to understand it, in a few more years, they'll be humongous for all of us to see, but we already know what we wanna know, yes... we know everything... we just constantly deny it... cause we really, truely, deeply... subconsciously, in such ways we cant control ... don't wanna know...

This constant denial of the unkwnown is the reason you're sitting infront of your computer right now.
Isn't it? ...

 

I. LOVE. YOU. SO. DAMN. MUCH.

sometimes, i'll talk to people, and i'll bring them to these different places in their consciousness where we are one voice flowing together, and they'll have epiphanies, but they won't want to accept what that new understanding would mean. so i TELL THEM they will forget it completely, and the next day, or a few days later...

"do you remember when i told you you would forget what we were talking about?"
"yeah... and i did..."

and it's happened with different people, so they're not pretending. i mean, they ARE pretending, but they don't know it. they're just so unwilling to change that they warp the past and warp their own truth...



i try really hard to be lucid in my dreams. i almost always am. i mean, i know that i'm dreaming. i know it's under my control. but it's still hard to convince the other people in my dreams. we spend almost half of our lives in this other world, but deny completely it's significance and credibility.


by the way, i love you!!!!

 

Here is what I think about all this :

We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster

We were at the beach ooooooooaaaaaaaaaa
Everybody had matching towels oooooooooaaaaaaaaa
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster

 

Precisely.

 

I dont really get anything of the thread. Maybe I hit a wall in my english. And he even lives in my city. Maybe we can trip hell explain better.

 

Motweal, thats how babys say it?

 

Yeah , I guess.

You wouldnt even be able to say it like I do though !

 

Montreux?

 

LOL

no

Mon Réal

But its not monnne its mon.

 

like Sommes? No S right?

 

Youre right.

Le bleu du ciel et de la mer se melangeaient d'une telle maniere qu'elle ne savait plus ou elle etait, telle était la lueur.

 

Reality doesn't have any boundaries. The deeper you go, the bigger it gets.

 

that was a really good read thank you

 

*claps*
Well written

Over the hills
under the tree's
searching for something
your eyes can't see.