OK . . . there's definitely been a glich in the Matrix . . .
Howo do you process a seemingly endless need to go back to the beginning . . . with life seemingly falling backwards through time to a certain time . . .
As if this were Quantum Leap but the life I time travel through, linearly at that, was mine?
Kinda freaky, right . . . but that's the best way I can explain it . . .
This is all getting really cerebreal . . . really quick . . . but I kinda like it . . .
So what is the right action now?
What 's the next move?
How do I stay perfect?
Truth is . . .
There is no right action . . .
There is no next move . . .
You merely do not doing.
Showing posts with label Stream of Consciousness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stream of Consciousness. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Sunday, November 1, 2009
" . . . and all faces are the same . . ." Part II
So yeah . . .
I'm at work and like always, I was looking at people's faces . . . and they all looked the same . . .
The whole time . . . I was like, "I know that person . . . that's my friend . . . over there, over here . . ."
Anyway, I don't know why I said that but I didn't say it out loud . . .
So yeah . . .
Question: If you asked someone a question, would you look for the next person around and ask the same question without receiving an answer from the first?
This lady at work did . . . not knowing that coffee filters are in the coffee aisle . . .
It makes sense to me . . . and I found them . . .
I assumed she looked, she had coffee in her hand . . . and she said she couldn't find them . . .
I found them in the coffee aisle . . .
Makes sense to me . . .
It's like having a conversation with someone who just talks and never lets you interject by increasing their volume and continuing as though you never spoke at all . . .
It's like not talking about what you love unless you're asked a specific question . . .
It's like a face without a name or a name without a face . . .
I have no idea why I just said that . . . but it wasn't out loud . . .
Yet
I'm at work and like always, I was looking at people's faces . . . and they all looked the same . . .
The whole time . . . I was like, "I know that person . . . that's my friend . . . over there, over here . . ."
Anyway, I don't know why I said that but I didn't say it out loud . . .
So yeah . . .
Question: If you asked someone a question, would you look for the next person around and ask the same question without receiving an answer from the first?
This lady at work did . . . not knowing that coffee filters are in the coffee aisle . . .
It makes sense to me . . . and I found them . . .
I assumed she looked, she had coffee in her hand . . . and she said she couldn't find them . . .
I found them in the coffee aisle . . .
Makes sense to me . . .
It's like having a conversation with someone who just talks and never lets you interject by increasing their volume and continuing as though you never spoke at all . . .
It's like not talking about what you love unless you're asked a specific question . . .
It's like a face without a name or a name without a face . . .
I have no idea why I just said that . . . but it wasn't out loud . . .
Yet
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