I seem to recall a time when creativity burst forth from my mind at the speed of thought. I don’t care what that arrogant genius Einstein has to say about it, thoughts are far faster than the speed of light. What happened to my creativity? As I have aged has the basic structure of my brain changed such that creativity is less important than survival and my neurons have rewired themselves into survival mode? Disturbing thought. Usurped by my own mind. Bastard. But seriously…or as serious as I can get…has anyone else noticed this? I read plenty. I watch movies and documentaries. I love increasing the knowledge with reading news articles, tech blogs and the like. I am enrolled full-time in college. What else could it be but age? I seriously would like to hear your input.
I want to argue. I don’t care what it is about except religion, that horse has been beaten to death. So here are the rules. Post a comment with what you want to argue about and your side of the argument. I will reply to that with my side of the argument. No matter the topic or whether or not I actually believe in my side of the argument I want to flex my duality and my “gemini nature”, so to speak. Just please don’t post anything about religion. Even a devote zombie-worshiper can only offer “Cause the Bible tells me so” in response to any attack on their religion and I really have no interest in beating the horse any more. Poor thing isn’t even fit for the glue factory now.
Step right up and LET’S ARGUE!!!
I was sitting out side having a smoke the other day.
Ok so nothing earth shattering there.
So here’s where I am heading:
There were a bunch of kids running around outside, playing, as children will do. One of their fathers started telling them that it was time to go. Well, that started a whole lot of whining and complaining. Now normally this would have started me grumbling about “fucking kids. shut the fuck up and go home” but for some reason, I didn’t. I listened to the complaining and started thinking, as Hippy will do. When we are young we can’t wait to go to some “other” place and use someone else’s “stuff”. Years later we can’t wait to get home and have access to our own “stuff”. As a younger humanoid we are more than happy to “play” and experience things in different ways from different people.
As an adult we never stop and look at things with the eyes of a child. I wonder when, in the process of our development we learn this behavior. And why do we learn this? Do our parents instill some sick “hermit” tendencies in us?
I know that none of this is amounting to much but I had to write about it after thinking about it.
What do you think? Leave a comment and tell me your viewpoint…
originally written on April 19, 2003
Did it again last night. Only three hits and I was off on an incredible journey of the mind.
Amazing to me how little it takes to send me out of reality and into a whole different thought process.
I fell in love with a streetlight outside my brother Chris’ bedroom window for a while. I vaguely remember some archaic wrestling match between him and Laura and then him and Chaun. At the time it seemed very barbaric and I remember thinking that it seemed very ‘circuit 2′. What it seems like now however, I have no idea.
Daisy was there as well but I was unable to form a coherent thought and thus was unable to communicate anything more intelligent than ‘I am so high’ or some other such phrase. Too bad because I really enjoy talking with her; she has some great insights and experiences to share. Maybe next time. I am still astounded that she is only 19; most of the time she comes across much older. ‘Wise beyond her years’ I guess would be an appropriate description.
Whatever. Just rambling now. Funny how my mind seems to skip gears every so often. I get on a train of thought that seems so perfectly clear to me and then all of a sudden I am no longer on the train tracks let alone being on the train. Clarity would be good right.
Ok gonna go now. Need some musical distraction or something. More later…the ‘Paul Harvey’.
Thinking about evolution and the “betterment” of the human species I tend to come back to Arthur Clarke’s ideas about becoming a being of light and energy. This sort of goes along with the Stargate idea of “ascension” and I would like to think that this would be the case some day. However, I can foresee another stage in between this present stage of evolution and the one in Clarke’s imagination and the imagination of the Stargate writers of ascension: the Borg. Now hear me out on this before you start flaming me for being a “Borg Lover”.
In the Star Trek universe the Borg are all connected to each other by some form of telepathic link. In the Stargate universe there are the Replicators which are connected in somewhat the same method but with two distinct differences: they are machines, and they are connected through the “subspace” on an imagined radio frequency.
The Borg idea seems to be a more likely scenario for our own evolution than all of us turning into machines. The Borg are, with some imagination and without the telepathic link, an awful lot like an ant colony or a bee hive. Everything done is for the good of the “Collective”. Bees and ants are the same way. I can imagine an intermediary stage quite like this.