"Society must let the artist float to wander off into the nebula."
- Brandon Boyd
Clearly what I've found is that it hasn't translated well. This constant ebb of understanding, worrying its way through daily happenings. A year later, I'm rediscovering the safe trodden truths, I feel. Why is this? How am I not improving for the most part... because I've most definitely been on decline. This must strengthen. So much has to happen now. I will force it. Just as gently as that blanket without aim--I claimed it. In dreams again last night, in reality in a few days awaits.
Problems arise when we try to see each others precise sensory experience of the same subject. We must relish moments together. When we adopt the eyes of others in pure word and comprehension, we're losing the initial system shock by having a filter cast over your eyes. My own foolishness startles me.
....does something really just tell us to do these things?
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It reminds me one of Neil Young's song:
"Good times are comin', I hear it every were I go. Good times are comin', but they sure are comin' slow."
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