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illusions abound what's not an illusion? is all in life an illusion? is life really nothing   but a man sitting at a computer   typing his existence into existence? could he type himself into   whatever existence he wanted? could he dare to type   the thing he feared the most?    the lack of existence?     and whether such a state      was type-ably reachable? he wouldn't dare the sentence would elude him but it would gnaw at his mind   it would sit and wait    and then jump out     and try to be typed      but the man wouldn't let it like a caged bird   a self-destructive bird    one who literally would vanish     if it flew from the cage if that bird knew its potential fate   would it still want out? would the caged bird still sing   if it knew what awaited outside?    not just doom     but complete annihilation SHOULD the caged bird still sing? should it accept its fate? should it reject its fate   and try to escape? what would the caged bird do? what should the caged bird do? and if the caged bird is nothing   but a part of the man should the man listen   to the caged bird at all? what about the other thoughts?   the thoughts like cheetahs    sprinting through savannahs   like dolphins    leaping from the sea   like digital aliens    quantum leaping across the universe more free   than that bird    could ever hope to be should those thoughts have more say? or should the caged bird win out? will the caged bird win out   if it's such a strong willed beast telling that man to try   to be bold    to type that sentence     into existence      (or non-existence)   just to see what happens the heart would speed up   man's heart does speed up the thought would jump forward   man's thought does jump forward the fingers would begin    a slow deliberate march     across the keys   man's fingers begin to march the breath catches the bird sings the cheetah halts the dolphin floats the aliens know   and yet they watch all stops all waits the fingers tapping at the keyboard   now the arena of the whole universe as the man types   one key at a time as he's always typed his existence   INTO existence and wondered if he could type his existence   OU
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
illusions abound
illusions abound what's not an illusion? is all in life an illusion? is life really nothing   but a man sitting at a computer   typing his existence into existence? could he type himself into   whatever existence he wanted? could he dare to type   the thing he feared the most?    the lack of existence?     and whether such a state      was type-ably reachable? he wouldn't dare the sentence would elude him but it would gnaw at his mind   it would sit and wait    and then jump out     and try to be typed      but the man wouldn't let it like a caged bird   a self-destructive bird    one who literally would vanish     if it flew from the cage if that bird knew its potential fate   would it still want out? would the caged bird still sing   if it knew what awaited outside?    not just doom     but complete annihilation SHOULD the caged bird still sing? should it accept its fate? should it reject its fate   and try to escape? what would the caged bird do? what should the caged bird do? and if the caged bird is nothing   but a part of the man should the man listen   to the caged bird at all? what about the other thoughts?   the thoughts like cheetahs    sprinting through savannahs   like dolphins    leaping from the sea   like digital aliens    quantum leaping across the universe more free   than that bird    could ever hope to be should those thoughts have more say? or should the caged bird win out? will the caged bird win out   if it's such a strong willed beast telling that man to try   to be bold    to type that sentence     into existence      (or non-existence)   just to see what happens the heart would speed up   man's heart does speed up the thought would jump forward   man's thought does jump forward the fingers would begin    a slow deliberate march     across the keys   man's fingers begin to march the breath catches the bird sings the cheetah halts the dolphin floats the aliens know   and yet they watch all stops all waits the fingers tapping at the keyboard   now the arena of the whole universe as the man types   one key at a time as he's always typed his existence   INTO existence and wondered if he could type his existence   OU
what is reality? do we create our own reality? do we make ourselves real? can we make ourselves unreal?
#illusions#existence#keyboard#caged#bird#dangerous#thoughts#fate#annihilation
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MeanderingMind
M/Imagining self everywhere
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
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