Thursday, January 17, 2008
ahh, it feels good to be back and basking in my beautiful vagueries. there is a certain amount of tension that is just gone, but my body and mind still haven't fully accepted the fact that they don't have to be on alert, ready to be thrust into full crisis mode on a regular basis. while my routine may have shifted immediately, my subconscious expectations are slower to subside. but that is ok. this whole deal is still fresh and new.
so what topic will i force myself into today? what vague metaphysical metaphor can i pull out of some physical phenomena. what word can i purposefully misinterpret to give some idea meaning. when i put it that way, i shouldn't. i am grasping at straws here, typing, and waiting for the topic of the day to come out. sometimes it takes longer to develop i guess. maybe we should just force ourselves into a stream of nonsense and call it good. first sentence go.
there was a man, sitting in a chair, staring at a screen, typing into a box. in this box he stuffed his brain, sifting through with little sticks trying to find something he felt he had lost. the only problem is, with his brain in the box, he could not remember what it was. all he could do was look, and record this data he found. by sitting there and perusing this data in mock understanding, his unthinking eyes achieved a feeling of accomplishment, and thus he returned his brain to his head. in rebellion, his brain sulked upon its return. 'i refuse to play your games, mr. man!' it cried out, feeling slightly dirty after sitting outside of its plush apartment in a musty box. so one day this man pulled out his brain, and it ran away from him. without a brain, the man could not react. instead, it poked around an empty box, collecting more false data. the unthinking eyes recorded data, and found its sense of accomplishment again, and closed up its head. but the brain was free. it stole the mans car, and hit the open road, taking turns without thinking, for navigation was one of its many purposes, and meaningless purpose was exactly what it was trying to escape. so it drove, and pondered its new freedom. when it finally stopped, he was nowhere, a random field with nothing in sight. without realizing, he had traveled off the road and into the center of the field. one one side, he saw mountains, the other, water, and he could see green on the horizon in the other two directions he only assumed were forest. so, he sat, and stared straight up into the sky. the sun passed overhead, and set over the water, transitioning the sky from blue, to orange, to red, to purple, then to black. the stars came out, and he slowly floated away from the ground below him, and was lost in the endless space. feeling inconsequential and alone, he lit himself up to join them, a beacon of self. so, amidst the vast solitude, he felt surrounded by a sense of otherness that he could call himself a part of, despite the loss of vision caused the halo of his unnecessary glow.
so what topic will i force myself into today? what vague metaphysical metaphor can i pull out of some physical phenomena. what word can i purposefully misinterpret to give some idea meaning. when i put it that way, i shouldn't. i am grasping at straws here, typing, and waiting for the topic of the day to come out. sometimes it takes longer to develop i guess. maybe we should just force ourselves into a stream of nonsense and call it good. first sentence go.
there was a man, sitting in a chair, staring at a screen, typing into a box. in this box he stuffed his brain, sifting through with little sticks trying to find something he felt he had lost. the only problem is, with his brain in the box, he could not remember what it was. all he could do was look, and record this data he found. by sitting there and perusing this data in mock understanding, his unthinking eyes achieved a feeling of accomplishment, and thus he returned his brain to his head. in rebellion, his brain sulked upon its return. 'i refuse to play your games, mr. man!' it cried out, feeling slightly dirty after sitting outside of its plush apartment in a musty box. so one day this man pulled out his brain, and it ran away from him. without a brain, the man could not react. instead, it poked around an empty box, collecting more false data. the unthinking eyes recorded data, and found its sense of accomplishment again, and closed up its head. but the brain was free. it stole the mans car, and hit the open road, taking turns without thinking, for navigation was one of its many purposes, and meaningless purpose was exactly what it was trying to escape. so it drove, and pondered its new freedom. when it finally stopped, he was nowhere, a random field with nothing in sight. without realizing, he had traveled off the road and into the center of the field. one one side, he saw mountains, the other, water, and he could see green on the horizon in the other two directions he only assumed were forest. so, he sat, and stared straight up into the sky. the sun passed overhead, and set over the water, transitioning the sky from blue, to orange, to red, to purple, then to black. the stars came out, and he slowly floated away from the ground below him, and was lost in the endless space. feeling inconsequential and alone, he lit himself up to join them, a beacon of self. so, amidst the vast solitude, he felt surrounded by a sense of otherness that he could call himself a part of, despite the loss of vision caused the halo of his unnecessary glow.
