It's there, hiding in the back of the mind. There's a spark, a force, a tiny voice telling you to "go for it". It doesn't speak to you in English, of course, because English is just a hobjob of spoken language. Spoken language, ppffft. I sometimes wish we didn't have to cripple our minds with spoken language, hell, I wish it right now. I could communicate my thoughts and emotions with you all right now in the blink of an eye, but instead I have to sit here like a primate, pounding on this plastic panel, forming words, forming sentences, following the rules. WELL FSCK THE RULES. That's right fsck 'em.
"asdfkjhlaskjbw;ef aswap'ighw'gVBFKND;LN/ASDFASasdf"
Did you understand that? Of course not, but it's no different. The brain is only a conduit to the mind, and if you cripple the conduit, you likewise limit access to the real deal. We're all limited, and frankly I find it unacceptable. I'm getting dizzy.
There now, you all have a feeling of what it is to be dizzy, but that word isn't PERFECT. If we didn't have to tolerate this English bullsh*t, you would feel exactly what I'm feeling. It's like tumbling through space, but the sensation can't be fully explored, because I'm attached to this damned keyboard like it was a leash, trying to put my feelings into a simple code that you people can understand. You can't trip with me, it's impossible, and to make matters worse, all these worldly ideas are anchoring me down. All there is is music. Not music like Metallica, those RIAA buttramming sellouts, but music like a beat. A melody. It speaks directly to the mind, without needing lyrics to carry it. The mind just synchronizes, and the trip begins.
Music is the language of the mind. Emotions and even inter-emotions can be expressed. It's so much less "get me some coffee" and more... FEELING.
The music is wonderful, I would like to listen forever, but I cannot. Not only will my nervous system eventually tire, but my brain, my conduit to my mind, will tire as well. I will grow accustomed to the pattern and no longer perceive music. I want to become pure mind, I think it would be fantastic. Not because I would suddenly become something so much greater, but I would finally be released from the cage that is the senses, the brain, physical perception, physical reality. I can't wait to die and check that out, but my stupid brain wants ever so badly to keep itself alive, even if that means holding down my mind in this blasted plane of existence.
Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's nice to have to cram organic matter into my mouth just to survive, and be limited by perception of space and time, but there's so much more that's out there, I can FEEL it, but I can't SENSE it. I want to fly.
What the hell is this. All I have to do is pop some Skittles into my mouth, and all of a sudden there's a sweet sensation that causes a type of pleasure. I like the taste. But why, by God?
There's another good one, God. Why do some people not only insist on clinging firmly to the superficial, but also assuming that there's some big guy "out there" watching out for them? "It's God's plan." Bite me. God can go f*** himself. OOooo, that's right, sacrilidge and all that kind of crap, if I even spelled that correctly. Why does it matter anyway, you got the point, right? That's what it's all about.
It really is very liberating; the music that is. The rhythm gives a sense of freedom, of breaking out, of elevating above all this. It's only a pattern of vibrating molocules, but it's not the raw tones that are important, it's the derivatives, the rhtythm. Why in the hell does the melody induce a specific emotion, why? There's no real world connection to be made, the music induces feelings that don't arise in the course of normal activity, so where is this connection between note patterns and emotions? The hell if I know, but I like it.
It's disgusting, really. I'm just... well not ME, but this body is just a lump of goo. It's only here to sustain the brain, which seems to only be here to tease me with a sampling of my own mind. I really do feel cheated, but as long as I keep deluding myself into thinking that I'll somehow find release when I die, I'll be alright. The problem is, my brain will deteriorate before then, assuming I die of old age and not in some horrible industrial accident. What if my brain deteriorates to such an extent that I can no longer connect with my mind? What then? Is it painful, like the present's restrictions, only worse? Or will I be totally apathetic? How terrible. And what when I die? Will I get the full deal, and will the new contrast make it all the better, or will I get cheated again and get stuck in a simple state of mind? Ah the hell with that, I'll find out when it happens.
I want to go up on the roof. Up there the rules don't apply. It's just me and the sky, and the surrounding trees of course. It's like there's a presense, surely there isn't, but my idiotic brain sure as hell thinks something is there. There I can confront my mind, but it still isn't quite right. The best my brain can do is take my hidden ideas and feelings and materialize them in the physical world as false perceptions. Unacceptable. I don't want to have to isolate my brain from society just to connect EXTERNALLY to my own mind. That just plain sucks, and I won't stand for it. I really don't have a choice, though.
The relativity of things is amazing. Is there a universal truth? Don't pull that God sh*t on me, that's cheating. Even in the physical world, in the universe, is there a universal reference point? NO. It's all relative, all of it. It's based so loosely on itself it's almost ridiculous. It's getting hot in here, damnit. And it's only a perception. Why does it bother me so much that the temperature has risen a few degrees? Because my stupidass brain needs this body to survive, and it's anal as hell about being comfortable. I want to fire my brain, it sucks at its job.
Now the Skittles taste is less appealing, why? Again, my brain is going to have its way no matter what I do. I want to die, if only for a little while, and see what happens.
That's it, I'm done. If you read this far, for the love of God, why?
Love, that's fascinating, too. I'm not going into now, I'm tired and I have code to write.
mlah.
"asdfkjhlaskjbw;ef aswap'ighw'gVBFKND;LN/ASDFASasdf"
Did you understand that? Of course not, but it's no different. The brain is only a conduit to the mind, and if you cripple the conduit, you likewise limit access to the real deal. We're all limited, and frankly I find it unacceptable. I'm getting dizzy.
There now, you all have a feeling of what it is to be dizzy, but that word isn't PERFECT. If we didn't have to tolerate this English bullsh*t, you would feel exactly what I'm feeling. It's like tumbling through space, but the sensation can't be fully explored, because I'm attached to this damned keyboard like it was a leash, trying to put my feelings into a simple code that you people can understand. You can't trip with me, it's impossible, and to make matters worse, all these worldly ideas are anchoring me down. All there is is music. Not music like Metallica, those RIAA buttramming sellouts, but music like a beat. A melody. It speaks directly to the mind, without needing lyrics to carry it. The mind just synchronizes, and the trip begins.
Music is the language of the mind. Emotions and even inter-emotions can be expressed. It's so much less "get me some coffee" and more... FEELING.
The music is wonderful, I would like to listen forever, but I cannot. Not only will my nervous system eventually tire, but my brain, my conduit to my mind, will tire as well. I will grow accustomed to the pattern and no longer perceive music. I want to become pure mind, I think it would be fantastic. Not because I would suddenly become something so much greater, but I would finally be released from the cage that is the senses, the brain, physical perception, physical reality. I can't wait to die and check that out, but my stupid brain wants ever so badly to keep itself alive, even if that means holding down my mind in this blasted plane of existence.
Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's nice to have to cram organic matter into my mouth just to survive, and be limited by perception of space and time, but there's so much more that's out there, I can FEEL it, but I can't SENSE it. I want to fly.
What the hell is this. All I have to do is pop some Skittles into my mouth, and all of a sudden there's a sweet sensation that causes a type of pleasure. I like the taste. But why, by God?
There's another good one, God. Why do some people not only insist on clinging firmly to the superficial, but also assuming that there's some big guy "out there" watching out for them? "It's God's plan." Bite me. God can go f*** himself. OOooo, that's right, sacrilidge and all that kind of crap, if I even spelled that correctly. Why does it matter anyway, you got the point, right? That's what it's all about.
It really is very liberating; the music that is. The rhythm gives a sense of freedom, of breaking out, of elevating above all this. It's only a pattern of vibrating molocules, but it's not the raw tones that are important, it's the derivatives, the rhtythm. Why in the hell does the melody induce a specific emotion, why? There's no real world connection to be made, the music induces feelings that don't arise in the course of normal activity, so where is this connection between note patterns and emotions? The hell if I know, but I like it.
It's disgusting, really. I'm just... well not ME, but this body is just a lump of goo. It's only here to sustain the brain, which seems to only be here to tease me with a sampling of my own mind. I really do feel cheated, but as long as I keep deluding myself into thinking that I'll somehow find release when I die, I'll be alright. The problem is, my brain will deteriorate before then, assuming I die of old age and not in some horrible industrial accident. What if my brain deteriorates to such an extent that I can no longer connect with my mind? What then? Is it painful, like the present's restrictions, only worse? Or will I be totally apathetic? How terrible. And what when I die? Will I get the full deal, and will the new contrast make it all the better, or will I get cheated again and get stuck in a simple state of mind? Ah the hell with that, I'll find out when it happens.
I want to go up on the roof. Up there the rules don't apply. It's just me and the sky, and the surrounding trees of course. It's like there's a presense, surely there isn't, but my idiotic brain sure as hell thinks something is there. There I can confront my mind, but it still isn't quite right. The best my brain can do is take my hidden ideas and feelings and materialize them in the physical world as false perceptions. Unacceptable. I don't want to have to isolate my brain from society just to connect EXTERNALLY to my own mind. That just plain sucks, and I won't stand for it. I really don't have a choice, though.
The relativity of things is amazing. Is there a universal truth? Don't pull that God sh*t on me, that's cheating. Even in the physical world, in the universe, is there a universal reference point? NO. It's all relative, all of it. It's based so loosely on itself it's almost ridiculous. It's getting hot in here, damnit. And it's only a perception. Why does it bother me so much that the temperature has risen a few degrees? Because my stupidass brain needs this body to survive, and it's anal as hell about being comfortable. I want to fire my brain, it sucks at its job.
Now the Skittles taste is less appealing, why? Again, my brain is going to have its way no matter what I do. I want to die, if only for a little while, and see what happens.
That's it, I'm done. If you read this far, for the love of God, why?
Love, that's fascinating, too. I'm not going into now, I'm tired and I have code to write.
mlah.
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