The sense of fun from writing...
smoked pot first time in a while.... reminds me of first thought best thought... that kind of thing.. the power of intuition and the importance I laid on that word in my younger years.... intuition... don't think just do... say, write, do... intuition... makes sense if you don't think about it........ but where from here? Things make sense in the written word... it's in the mind that finds some level of struggle.... one of the main struggles of human brain existence is the conflicts that arise... conflicts between my own being and the IDEA of certain other beings... or their egos, their identities.... and this world so caught up in identities... rarely acknowledging the other aspects of consciousness separate from the name rank and serial number that we're pressured into identifying as. SOOO..... A large amount of the struggle of my consciousness is the idea of other consciousnesses, or rather, the identities those consciousnesses are attached to... and the idea that those identities may want to attack my identity. Having suffering slings and arrows in the past.... the tendency is to imagine it happening again... and such a painful imagining of something that hasn't happened.... Thus it is imperative that those imaginings are banished.... I must imagine great things! Best case scenarios! Whether I fear the worst or anticipate the best... whatever happens happens.... but anticipating the best makes it all worth while whilst fearing the worst makes fools of us all... taints the taste of existence itself..... SOOO.... seems important to be an optimist... because even a blind optimist sees the glass half full... the blind optimists has a better time than anyone.
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