This is the edge of my mind.
I have been passing in and out of consciousness for the past four hours now. Whenever I come to, I find myself desperately reaching for something. Then I slip back out.
Entropy vanquishes all phenomena. High peaks are crushed to mole hills by the wind and rain. We arrive in a flat space ultimately. In music, you can strike a note, it vibrates, then fades. So, if I can draw a parallel between music and events, both events and music have vibrational rate. But in "real life" and music, there are harmonics. A perfect fifth, for example, or an octave.
There is a big love.
I am slowly coming round.
I have been passing in and out of consciousness for the past four hours now. Whenever I come to, I find myself desperately reaching for something. Then I slip back out.
Entropy vanquishes all phenomena. High peaks are crushed to mole hills by the wind and rain. We arrive in a flat space ultimately. In music, you can strike a note, it vibrates, then fades. So, if I can draw a parallel between music and events, both events and music have vibrational rate. But in "real life" and music, there are harmonics. A perfect fifth, for example, or an octave.
There is a big love.
I am slowly coming round.
tintaglia:
Nothing being the same as something and still meaning nothing...and meaning only being another definition of the conscious moind limiting ourselves yet again...