"we are motionless"

Everything at Once

"The first time I climbed a tree I fell and hurt my ankle.
The last time I climbed a tree I fell and bruised my knee.
And the next time I climb a tree I will probably break my leg.
But hey, no worries, because this time I climb I will fall and break the tree."
- Anonymous

It's funny how on some days I find myself struggling with things to blog about yet on other days I have so many things to say I don't know where to begin. Today is one of those days.

Where does one begin with so many stories? The obvious answer would be, of course, at the beginning. But really, the beginning only exists in the event of an end at since the end is no where in site we cannot determine the true beginning. Therefore all we are left with is the middle and within the middle where is one supposed to begin? It is all so clear yet oh so confusing, not too unlike the mechanisms within our own brains.

But I guess that's why we have a blog in the first place. To determine where things begin and where they end. But these processes, of course, take time, though I always fear that by the time I've made my decision my brain will have exploded from the overload of information. Both literally and figuratively of course; though the idea of physical brain expansion through mass information gain is rather dubious to think about but is an entirely different matter to be discussed another day.

As for what I was going to say...

Wait, I just spaced out.

What was it I was so eager to share again?

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05 November 2009 2:22:00 PM





"this time is ours"
"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."



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