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| Sanitarium |
People have asked what's wrong with me. I can't say. Sometimes the mood is a bit strange and there is nothing to attribute it to. It may be a combination of over work and the comprehension of my own mortality.
When I have difficulty writing (working on various literary projects), I know that the vessel is empty and needs to be recharged or it will wind down like an old clock that has nothing left to chime.  |
| Party's over. |
We humans possesses reflexive consciousness wherein we not only can perceive what we experince but we also have the ability to experience that we are experiencing something. It means that in a sense, we can sense ourselves from outside of ourselves. (to simplify it, we can take a "selfie")
We are able to sense other people's intentions or expectations and act accordingly. It makes the world go around, but I'm not sure that sort of reflexive consciousness is always a gift.
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| Ask not for whom the bell tolls... |
Or maybe I'm just being a bit morbid? There is always that.
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| No kidding |
Time for a...
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| Road trip |
Planning it now.
