The Great Beyond

Writing is escapism, but escape to where?


Photo is © BrokenSphere / Wikimedia Commons  and remixed a bit by me...

Our minds are vast chasms, littered with portholes to other dimensions of time, space, form and spirit.  But we graze around on the grass for most of our lives.

Am I not in the real world when I am writing?  I am simulating reality.  But it is not a reality that is entirely like this one.  Obviously, being human stipulates that my perspective is limitted to that of a human, but to that end it is still limitless beyond even its comprehensional self-assessment.

And do these worlds, these portholes in the mind, can they bend together to create even larger portholes into the mystical beyond?  Or is that what happens when we die?  Do we jump into one?

Or are they all just entries that lead into the same collective outer-world?

And the mind, vulnerable and self conscious, peaks through?

***This post was written while listening to Farewell Neverland from the Hook soundtrack***


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoPppjPkO80

The Strange Art I Make When I'm At Work...

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Capitalism: A new take.

I just watched this thing where the guy said that there was a mine that shut down in the western world because the western world would rather buy from the cheaper, er, other world.

This implies, if there is a strategy, that it is one of using up the other countries' natural resources first.

Or just plain old amassing of all resources in one area of consumerist waste....

For what purpose? Or accidental?

Consolidation? Disposal?

Imagine if it all froze, how silly (or scary) we'd look.  Semi-technocized.... (No, it's not a word.)

(Luckily words don't have to be words for me to use them.)

World Peace

I think one of the reasons we are so afraid of peace is because in order to achieve it we'd have to see ourselves through our enemies' eyes.  The shame of that, among other things, keeps us wilfully ignorant in the face of suffering.

Art

Attempts to make the individual experience collective.

Political party/bash

Um, why do we have political parties again? Isn't it ultimately a room full of individuals? I don't get it. Is it a money scheme?

And furthermore...

Would the proactive thing to do be to work with government? Work on government? Pressure government?

Or would it be to rebel? Lose all inhibition and finally stand up for everything I believe in?

But: How can I impose my will when I am advocating a cessation of imposition of will?

And where does will come from, if no one can fully answer the questions of who and what they are?

It seems that destruction comes from false solutions, memory veins established after one moment of exhaltation and song.

THE SOLUTION

Campaigning should be taken out of the democratic process.

Let's just vote on policy.