I talk a lot does it make me a fool? I am saying silence by itself isn’t wisdom. A man of few words can just be dull.
Life seems naturally contiguous. Thought and mood and action and reaction, there is no break in that cycle that I can see. Like we are all dancing to the same mad piper in the middle of a fairy ring made of the dust of individuality and self respect. This song is picked up without much choice because we live with each other, and it seems to be the only way we can communicate. So actions taken and words said are inevitably done and said against this backdrop. The song is really discordant. Old values clash with new realities. Personal integrity gets lost in the fun house mirror refraction of self knowledge, seen in the fun house mirror of public opinion. We are all thrust into this illusion no matter how perceptive we are, or how noble our ideals may have already been. Like music its rhythms permeate our awareness of our life, causing our bodies to spasm in reaction to the public focus and shake in unison with the mass hysteria that seems to be taken for daily life everywhere in this reality. If we try to say anything all we can manage is to stutter, “st-st-st-stop the world I want to get off.” I’ve been sharing my thoughts for a while now, and the effort of that has been fatiguing while trying to catch my breath in the middle of this spiraling dance of entropy without heart. I will close with …
Have you seen your soul lately?
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.