A gear for each thought. A continuing motion. A cycle that doesn't quit even when unconcious. Where does it end? Does death kill the gear or is the gear passed to others? The thought is not dead nor is the gear. The gear is infathomable. It could or couldn't be. The thinking but not thinking. A puzzle for the puzzled. Our thoughts are the same as the ones that have passed. What are we thinking? We aren't; it's just there. Waiting to be explored. Floating in the timelessness of existence.
james:
i pick my nose......haha, the new zegpta rocks, i was actually kinda sorta on tour with them for like 2.5 seconds, my friends in requiem were doing some date with them this winter in the northeast and then we all got really sick, so i was there for one show, passesd out and went home instead of on to the next. they rule though. we seem similar, be my friend!
james:
oh yeah and the whole me being cautious thing wa sa result of somene telling me that certain people were thinking i was telling people how to behave. as that was not my intent at all i had to make it blatently clear.