Oh cool so youre an actor! How bad could reality be for you to have to act it out? Either way, be a good actor, and aim your pursuit at enlightenment and pave the road with stones of knowledge, for the actor who is doing a good job is not discoverable, he seems natural in this state, although everyone knows an actor to be merely putting on a role, they challenge not the idea, for they see the void whole that the actor seems to fill, and therefore appropriate the person as having needed to take that place to hold the world together. It seems as though what was natural, is set up for a road in which escape is necessary to enter into the valley of novelty. Where are we escaping to? Reality. Which reality? The reality which has a greater common ground relationship between its individual roles. Where does this place exist? In imagination. Where in imagination? In creativity. Where in creativity? In creativities ability to find solutions to the world by making a new one is the blue print of ones mind. What will work, and what wont? One can only suppose in the state which the idea has yet to be creater. Anyways, all this to say, that actors are awesome, if anything beautiful. Why? Well, think of it, they are so sensible to causes that they learned to put there skin on the line if it was necessary just to help the cause go through with itself. Actors commit attrocities upon their social reality, so as to morph it into being something theyre not, something they should, something that finally through transpersonal initiation of dissecting and disprooving themselves against what couldnt be and is along this boundary shattering road is the love of he who goes beyond all rules, beyond all nature, so as to recreate all meaning of nature itself. What is natural? Is that which is natural at its root meant to stay a historical symbol for eternity? Or is mans need for change and adaption the root cause for chaos everytime structure presides in its sort lived life? Ego centrism, or central egoic fallacy driven to insanity, in the means of using sanity as its confusing mechanism against itself? Even in language man can invent words, feel free, act it out, and create reality, but dont get to far lost in what you create, for you might just forget what they created for you from which you also live in. So as long as you remember where you started, you have a good sense of direction and carrying through which should leave you organize enough to follow. Now are you acting this all or being real? Either or, sir congratulations, you have gone a long way, regardless how short your moments of life have been, you are just beginning. Our voice is being found as a nation, and as a nation we are taking the voice away from some. We cant make everyone happy, because when someone is not happy, then they are, there was a limited amount of happiness to be taken from. Actually, never mind that, what if we could recreate forms of happiness on our own, then suffer so as to extend the limits accessible in the human form equated to emotionally, in these moments of subjective objectivity as life. Thats all it is. Thats all it ever was. Life was living, where it lived.... well when the mind started asking questions like that it had so much left to absorb that it often got lost on such a journey. So the answer was to create something dumber than it. Something that would never evolve, something that could store information and stay the same. So anyways, we keep searching for cracks in peoples egos to shine reality back in their face. Now the question is, is the game of projection adequate personal suggestion or a lacking degree of responsibility overtaken within the individual.... I ask you, peace for now, I wanna have some time to escape this mess, and never think of it again, until tomorrow, well anyways just enough to evade its responsibility for some time, until it comes back, I created it, I set myself up to reconnect to it because I havent yet understood what it had to be. So the question is, does the actor change emotions by faking it long enough to convince himself its real? I mean would we know suspect that... after all he is living, but then when he goes back to being good old silent tim, or like me, wildly creative, but when it comes to chilling with friends that dont talk much about revolution I just become some simple minded bore, and all this novel thinking evades me once more. Am I a man, or am I a mouse? Who knows, but when im high, real high, I know whats most important is to be at home. For you can go to the highest depths of your mind, but that place will get invaded if you dont make it your own. Each man knows all solutions, he is simply missing the agents in place which shall allow him to conquer his fear, that is to become stronger than it, so as to scare the fear away naturally. Is there a chemical cure for all or not? I think so, but how long will the cure remain until another is needed again....? Ah reality every where you hide I ask myself why have you been so silent, and yet your most awesome beauty comes from this silence? Is what is beautiful silenced? No, but what is beautiful to me are things and their ability to come from non-ordinary states from a state that was ordinary and once married together make for what is extraordinary.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 01:41:38 +0000
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