voile

Wallowing in insomnia pre-dawn silence watching Dead Like Me and thinking, like I have been of late, about mortality and perception and aspects of quantum physic confusion. I don't want to take things for granted, and then I bury myself head first in this disease of anger, frustration and self-loathing which is nobody's fault but my own. I want to step in a rain puddle and splash in it until my pant legs are all wet without concerning myself with how cold and uncomfortable the rest of the way home will be. I find it increasingly difficult to be spontaneous although in retsrospect I never really was, and thinking about it brings on old, old regrets that I have been spending the last several years trying to make up for.

There's a story that goes, long ago, before first contact in North America, a native Shaman stood looking out on the water, seeing nothing but waves and ocean, but still something was wrong. He stood there for days and nights watching the strange shifting patterns in the ripples of the water, until one day, three ships suddenly appeared before his eyes. They had been there for several days, but not one of the natives could see these great ships because they had never actually seen one before. Their brains didn't know how to process the visual information. This is a basic principle of quantum physics; trying to see beyond the visible. (Yes I have seen What The Bleep Do We Know) To escape boundaries placed on our existance, to realize the limitless bounds of the matter that surrounds us, and ultimately to break away from labels, addictions, "laws" that put limits on our existances, our abilities, our beliefs.

Things that make you go Hmmmmm.

(old picture time!)