Inbetween Now and Then
As the early morning marches forward towards 3 o�clock I prepare to rest for a few hours of blissful unconciousness. Yet I find myself unable to retire for the night without venting a few words to this public playground of pandemic puffery that we call the blogosphere. Writing, transforming ideas into concrete structures of universal meaning, is a practice that I find most soothing. When confronted with stress of varying forms writing seems to calm my nerves. When there are simply a number of ideas all crowding my mind seeking attention I need to place some of those ideas into a tangible form to clear up my conciousness.
I think that may be the difference between childhood and adulthood. When we are children� no, all I can speak from is my own experiences. When I was a child my mind did not dwell upon many matters at once. I had little if no responsibility and I reveled in the majestic freedom that comes from a complete and utter lack of care. When I did not have to care about any tasks or responsibilities my mind was free to wander into realms that are completely unattainable for those that are encumbered by the burdens of responsibility, I honestly believe that I did some of my best abstract creative thinking when I was a child. Whatever field my mind wished to pursue I could spin out a thousand random ideas about what could be the truth and why. Science was a field that I felt attracted to at a young age, I do not know why, but physics and engineering grabbed my attention before I had even a grasp of what they truly involved. My complete abhorrence of math ultimately prevented my from pursuing my interest in the physical sciences, but I still wonder what profound ideas passed through my prepubescent cranium that will never be duplicated or recalled. It does not really matter if I was right about any of my ideas as a child, it�s the process of stretching those mental muscles that is important. I wish that I could relieve myself of all worries and cares again to simply let my mind free itself of cultures garbage. I feel that the human mind has potential for creative construction far beyond what we experience in adulthood.
Perhaps wisdom and knowledge are really just huge walls that get erected around a mind that could be capable of accomplishing feats of creativity, imagination, and uninhibited reasoning that could amaze even the most accomplished mentats of our time.
Or, perhaps this rant is a unfounded and ridiculous. Nothing more than a symptom of my personality. Maybe it doesn�t matter what was or what could have been. Perhaps I should just appreciate the wonderful life that I get to live here and now despite my burden of responsibilities.
In the best interest of promoting that which I enjoy I will now suggest two products to you. One is the movie �School of Rock�, Jack Black is a comedic and musical all star. The other product is �Berryclear Sprite Remix�. This is pop that I can really enjoy. It�s clear, it tastes like crystaline liquid skittles and its a great caffeine free alternative soft drink. I don�t know why I haven�t heard about it before, but I am glad that I tried it.
Now that I have completely confused you with random trains of thought. I will leave you with a quote - �Domo Arigato Mister Roboto�.