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Apr 2015
Always off the cuff with my words and my ideas
Trying to flesh out all my thoughts and calculations
There seems we never get to enjoy our time in the dark
The allegory of the cave keeping us safe and feeling smart.

Its very late where I am. Starch white moonlight keeping me warm.
But just across a couple states, a couple bodies of water, a few more Geographical boundaries to endure we can find a new place. In fact, one can find a new place even closer... Though it may feel completely new to one who had not had the ability to perceive this area. If we count our senses how many do we really have? How much more does a particular emotion from one interaction make one feel than a sight, or a sound, or a smell? Or does the fact that we attach ideas to our senses with images make it another form of perceiving an area unknown to one before? The allegory of the cave again. How can we perceive the light if it is blinding? For whatever faith may be to one, it is the human heart which seeks it out. The curiosity from down south. A movement in the human core to believe that everything....will....be....okay. Faith. In something. It is important to find it in every interaction. Utility. Make it purposeful to oneself. Because no one wants a parasite. Contribute something meaningful because everyone needs insight.

Its like conversation, a trade off. The perks of trading an idea, the benefit you didn't know existed until its utility delivered itself to you.
The idea of convenience and luck, yet denouncing any omniscient plan.
What reckless beings we are to find solace in so many places, yet no where at all, when given too much thought. The study of entropy engrosses me with fraught. I am chaotically decaying everyday. Every human is. Its called dying, and one can only die if one is living, so enjoy the fact that one day you get to experience death and even create new life. It means only that you will be able to perceive differently however you may believe.

Now don't go seeking it out, but understand where it lies about.
Death is all around us.
But so is life, and life takes time and energy to enjoy. Be spontaneous because the natural world is. Understand it because you are a part of it. Enjoy outbursts. One mind controls a microcosm of interactions enveloped in emotion and imagery and sound and smells all in the same place. We just have to use our memory. Everyone has their own Mind Palace. A collection of ideas and random thoughts and things which stuck to the wall that is our meaningful existence. What are yours? What makes you tick when there's no time left? What is your eternal clock?
If not religion then what?
Sam Newton
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