2002-02-19 - 3:17 PM
The small old man with the doorknobs for ears said he uses those doorknobs to open the doors in his head, the doors of perception.
The doors of everything you percieve (of perception) open up very easily, like a well-oiled door. Sometimes, there is a door jam, and everything gets stuck in a loop of open and altered perception.
A man had a dollar, and inserted it into a soda machine, because he was a very thirsty man. The machine rejected his dollar time and time again, and dispensed no refreshment. The man cried, because there was a deeper meaning.
The thought bubble reappeared on several occasions, packed with introspection and teeming with meaning. The wild eyes of eternal, intense perception looked at me always, never blinking, never closing, never looking the other way. The thought bubble popped, and all was lost. But still the eyes looked on.
It always flickers -- time, I mean.
Nothing is constant, not even this moment, not even the untouchable past. By this I mean not even the past is constant, is even subject to the the scars of now.
Nothing adds up, nothing. Not a word is spoken that connects to another, and every action done is isolated from every other action.
This is not a proverb. This is not an insight. This will not open your mind in any way -- however, it will not close it. This will have no affect on you, no side effects, no sudden stream of enlightened consciousness. I am just wasting time. I am just wasting space. This is my disfunction...welcome to it.
Black room, no doors, white tiles on the ceiling. How do you escape? And why would you try?