hi.to.ri
12-08-2003, 10:14 PM
Hey all. I was bored and ducati998ss' sig sparked a question in m3h. So I wrote...it doesn't really relate to anime (reminds me of matrix :oops: ) but that's not what it's aimed towards. Enjoy if you like, if not.... :x ph34r m3h s4mur4in3ss.
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When you sleep...where does your soul go? Does it wander towards an unknown reality never imagined by a sleeping brain? Does it stretch its hands toward an untold subconscious; concealed within its own depths? Perhaps it travels, floating or sinking, an opaque lifeless form in alien lands. It may so glide or bustle on its path towards nowhere. But…should we be so lucky as to have dreams as an actuality? If I were to propose that we truly live within our slumber; that what we remember of our dreams are veritably memories from our journeys to the safe haven of reality, would you suggest that I am not of full mind? Perhaps our own reality is no more than a fantasy. A quiddity of the mind; a way to regenerate our psyche for the next passage into our true sanctuary. I propose that our concept of fatigue is simply a need to awaken from this dream and enter the next. I propose that our necessities are not only auxiliary, but futile as well. I ask you to consider that perhaps we have too competently accepted our lives and have to quickly shunned the extraordinary. Think of the possibility that life is not limited by entity or substance, but by ignorance. Think of the idea that life cannot be measured by time or talent, but by phenomena. Think.
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When you sleep...where does your soul go? Does it wander towards an unknown reality never imagined by a sleeping brain? Does it stretch its hands toward an untold subconscious; concealed within its own depths? Perhaps it travels, floating or sinking, an opaque lifeless form in alien lands. It may so glide or bustle on its path towards nowhere. But…should we be so lucky as to have dreams as an actuality? If I were to propose that we truly live within our slumber; that what we remember of our dreams are veritably memories from our journeys to the safe haven of reality, would you suggest that I am not of full mind? Perhaps our own reality is no more than a fantasy. A quiddity of the mind; a way to regenerate our psyche for the next passage into our true sanctuary. I propose that our concept of fatigue is simply a need to awaken from this dream and enter the next. I propose that our necessities are not only auxiliary, but futile as well. I ask you to consider that perhaps we have too competently accepted our lives and have to quickly shunned the extraordinary. Think of the possibility that life is not limited by entity or substance, but by ignorance. Think of the idea that life cannot be measured by time or talent, but by phenomena. Think.