What to write about? Why write at all. Too much of my life has happened in the past 72 hours. You know when you have epiphany compounded into higher or "deeper" understanding of who you might be one day? Wherein a seemingly short and complex timeframe, and by that I mean near lapse in perception of reality. Lost in your own mind, finding new pursuits and excitement from nothing but conciousness. I find i'm often there, one might call it the ultimate high. Here is the scoop: i'm moving to Europe in September, again. This time it's a discovery of the self, and self-induced. Some things happen, or at least seem to, at random and unexpected times. I put it to you that there are other things at work; perhaps i'm just speculating, but why not share the process of thought? Or would you rather not hear it? I find myself, doing what I love, to be a complete ever-burning body in orbit with others, with everyone really. But again, what does this mean? Is the study of academia, (its parts, cogs, workings), the purpose of the institution in the first place? I find that i've learned more perhaps in the company of peers and other students than I could studying under many Professors. Thats not to say that I degrade the pursuit of knowledge, but rather I examine it and accept other realities. There are cross-overs between much of the commonly accepted device of formal academic study and my own.
In other words, Sade is just amazing! But really, if you haven't just sat there, anywhere and listened to "Kiss of Life", you just havent lived. Close your eyes and do it! It only takes a couple minutes...
And check out the band called "The Whitest Boy Alive". Bad name, I know. In fact, check out the song "Golden Cage". Love you all! (By the way, the Fred Falke remix of this song is even better!)
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