How do you feel like you’re rushing around like a blue-arsed fly, busy as a bee and doing a great number of things that a great number of flying insects may also do.. But when you really look at it, what have you actually achieved? There seems to be absolutely ”no time to say ‘Hello’, ‘Goodbye’, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late..” For what exactly? Has time even ‘passed’ at all? Is time even linear? Whether it is or isn’t, why are we forever seeking to cram it full of crap and fill every single gap?
For one, no, I don’t think time is linear. I don’t really think everything is as it seems.. When I start thinking like this I get an awful lot confused with my own state of being, wherever that state and being may be. Are we matter dreaming ourselves into being humans with consciousness? Is that rock dreaming it’s a rock because it can’t recognise itself in a mirror?
”It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.” Alice
My uncle has recently popped over to this wet and windy island from Au.struckin.falia with thought’s of buying a little country pub to settle back down in his ‘home land’. He’s pretty awesome. And also one of the most mind boggling people in my life. He makes me think about these annoying circular thoughts in depth until I truly tie my face in knots. We were sat one fine afternoon within a dark and dingy tavern drinking the finest liquor whilst confabulating about ‘far out’ ideas. One of which being the soul. Or, perchance, our ‘essence’. In respect to reincarnation and ‘matter’ (body) dying. Therefore memory; why can’t we remember our previous life and form? Do we have ‘matter memories’ that die along with our bodies and then our ‘essence memories’, which are far harder to retrieve once dead, being the reason why some people can remember past lives… It’s all extraordinarily baffling. I feel in a constant state of bewilderment when I am in the company of such folk…
”If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?” Alice
I think I already live there. It sure as the White Rabbit’s watch seems so.