Mood: Thoughtful
Listening to: Bliss by Rob Costlow
Reading: Sabriel, Lost Worlds, Keeping it Real
Watching: Elfen Lied, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 6!
Playing: Piano, hah.
Eating: Gum, if you want to consider that eating
Drinking: Nothing at the moment, but a really good tea is 'Angel Mist Falls'.
Significance of Title:
Quote of the day: "And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the dove,Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love."-Oscar Wilde
Promotions: Carl Gustav Jung...some amazing ideas.
Once you realize It, nobody and nothing is seen the same through one's eyes. Its rather ridiculous how greatly the world changes when It is realized. And the sad thing is, its not the world that changes, it's how you see it. Then, the only people you will ever feel right around again are those who know -- and those are far and few. Even worse, once you know you realize that you can't do anything because you can. That is when the looping starts. Around and around you go...Weeeeeeeeeeee. You realize that everything you do has no point, because it doesnt really exist. But you do it anyway because it has no point. Its liberating, but it is like being locked in a white padded room with a tiny rectangular window on the door allowing you to see the world outside but them not to see you. You then see things that you wouldnt have usually seen. You notice the small things. You notice the hidden secrets and the flashes of reality that people show on their faces. You pick up on hints out of media that you wouldnt have thought anything of before. I feel sorry for anyone who knows that doesnt have someone else that knows with them. That would be the worst. I can see how people would commit suicide or go crazy if they knew. Sometimes I wonder the same about myself. What is real? Nothing. What is fake? Nothing. Now that's a concept.
Wow. Basically, the world is so screwed up I dont know if there is any going back. I think this is part of a cycle, and it will end, and start again, and humans won't have learned anything. We will all die and come back and do it all over again.
So I probably won't be writing here anymore. There really isnt much point. A) Nobody reads it anyway, and B) Most people wont understand anyway. Its like a cryptic language that only a few people can make out.
I hope I'm wrong, but I doubt it.
Well, I guess thats all.
Love always,
Indi.
