Feral Automaton
ferret kid!
Registered: Jul 2000
Location: Oregon. America.
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Dynamism Mr. Redguard. Dynamism.
The dull exterior world. The monotony of managing moment after xeroxed moment, of simululating my concern, of proceeding as expected, through what becomes a truly heartless existence...
Dull. Like static. Is static. Buzzing incesently. Pulling. Constantly gnawing on my energy to change, to shine, to be as I would and have chosen but often forget to be.
Funny how the moments that show through are the memories that we really feel. The moments of actual intensity. Those real moments, which we discern to be of substance only because they seemed to have meaning, seemed to have a point to them and, consequently must lend a point to us, to who we are because we're nothing other than our actions nothing other than our experiences nothing other than the story of who of what of when we are.
We're nothing save the sum of our entire lives and to know that for some of our experienced instances we really lived, really felt, and intensly exposed ourselves to the surrounding world. That for "fifteen minutes" we really blew the world away. Really kicked out convention. Really believed that we are special...
And than we go back to work, come off or our high, remember that we're nothing, and turn in our intuition for social security.
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I say...
I say that if we can if we have felt, if we know that we can live beautifully than why not make life a struggle to live all moments intesnly. Not with a false intesnity, rather with an honest, intuitive "I am responding to the beauty and the beauty is responding to me" kind of an attitude? Like you said, "I live a good story."
You're absolutely right. Pick ourselves up from the static and move our minds and bodies over into the freedom of the dynamic.
Good piece Red. Nice to see you again 
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