Have you ever had a feeling of complete….BLANK. Where your mind refuses to grasp even the simplest of thoughts. Fragments blow through your senses, but refuse to materialize into anything substantive. One wisp follows another, and another, but like ghosts, they slip away.
Ghosts, gosh, was that meant to be morbid or romantic?
Romantic. The idea of love surviving beyond the boundaries of our physical awareness is a high that keeps me going. The simple idea that a feeling can be so strong that even darkness cannot smother it.
Darkness? So do you perceive the outside of the boundary to be dark? Aren’t we getting morbid again…?
Good point. Yes, the idea is so strong, that it GROWS in the area beyond our perception. So strong as it feeds upon the light, growing ever so much stronger.
Ok, but what does this have to do with you and your blank mind. It really irritates me, you know, that tendency you have to wander from idea to idea. From thought to thought. It clearly shows how unstable you are.
Yes! But what you don’t get is that i CRAVE this instability. It is what makes me ME! Who wants to be predictably dull?
Ok. So you are unstable, so you flourish in your instability. Where do you go from here? What do you plan to achieve. What are your goals?
Ah. You talk of goals and instability in the same thought. How bounded your thoughts are. That’s what I so love about me. My thoughts, my vision, even my physical path within the boundaries is undefined. I am free to go wherever the next wisp of an idea takes me. I am free to do whatever I think…or don’t think. I am free to not map things out. I can simply let myself be, and go from rock to rock, taking a dip in the puddle if the idea grabs me. I can flourish or flounder. I can jump, leap, or curl up and go to sleep. I can build a staircase up to the stars, or stop as soon as i reach the first branches of the lowest smallest tree, or rip the stairway out of existence.
And you’re proud of that?
It isn’t a matter of pride; it’s a matter of freedom. Of not letting myself be bound. I hate chains, you see. I hate limits of any sort. I love being able to do what I do when I do it, how it may, or may not be done. That is what defines ME.
And what about me? What defines me?
You might find out, if you’d only let yourself go.
Disjoint Wisdom 