The relentless, unforgiving forgetfulness of man...

Oh, the frustration! Woe betide those incredible thoughts, those wonderful insights which are realised in our minds and then pass us by, leaving only a superficial imprint in our minds of something deep and grandoise, but, alas, with no indication as to what it actually was. We strive to recover these thoughts, sometimes spending hours pondering what it might have been, what this dazzling, brilliant idea actually was, and yet, this is usually in vain, and we are confined to misery, deflation, and even anger.

And yet, while this forgetfulness may be apparent, is it real? Is it possible to have dreamed such wonderous dreams and fail to recover them in our minds? Did we really forget? Or is it all an illusion? Perhaps it is a spontaneous occurance. Perhaps what we think we once had, we never had at all. Does our mind expect more from us? Have we become so devoid of creativitiy, that our mind instinctively creates containers for profound thoughts, and yet we give it nothing to fill them with?

Glowsticks

Chemoluminescent, translucent plastic tubes, they may appear to simply emit light, but this is an illusion. To describe them as such would be a disgusting cheapening of their immense power and value. Their perplexing radiance fills their viewers with hope, happiness and deep thought about the true meaning of life. Their bright and cheerful nature melts the heart of even the most stubborn and conservative of men, and in gazing at their brilliant beauty, we are transported back to a place in our hearts which many of us thought had ceased to exist, a place we thought had gradually departed us as we made the transition from childhood to adulthood. Perhaps our innocence was not totally lost after all. Perhaps it is just that we refuse to embrace it. Perhaps reality is glowsticks and our lives are nothing but a psychotic delusion.

The Ambiance of the Early Morning

No sleep has been had so far. Thoughts of what is to come in 5 hours do not deter me from my state of relaxation that the early morning, and listening to Aphex Twin, brings.

Alas, my senses take hold and I must retire to the arena of my dreams, to be enthralled by vivid and surreal hallucinations that will be all but forgotten when I awake, leaving only a vague impression in my memory of my mystical and wonderful experiences.