Parallax Mind For A Parallax World

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What is reality? Something you make come true or something beyond your control?

Submitted: August 04, 2009

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Submitted: August 04, 2009



Agony is my destiny. Hurt is my pride. The thought of life flashing before my eyes drives my passion to a new reality. For I've become stronger than the last, for I can endure more than the first, for I need more pain to make me hurt.

Why love pain? It's not normal. It's foolish to cause, idiotic to want. You don't get anything pleasurable out of it. It drives you to the point of insanity, like a beast being skinned alive.

But that's where you are wrong. I don't love pain. Pain loves me, so I welcome it. Normal? Are you normal? The fact that we as a whole are imperfect does not make us normal. Whether you have all of your fingers and toes or none, we are all not normal. Maturity on our own levels, humble on our own levels, hate, love on our own levels, is simply not normal. For even the word normal is far more than normal, for the state of an equipoise, becomes unbalanced just for its balanced form.

The insanity, you forgot to mention.

Insanity, is within all of us. No need for recognition, for who knows whats truly insane? Are we living in a real world or are we as in one person imagining this all. For who knows whether what you see is what you really see. Are we really living? Is this really called earth? What is earth? What is the world? Who are people? How do you know that you're the visitor from the patient. Insanity comes in all degrees, no one can stop it, no one knows.

Insane, maybe, but me I'm not. I know the difference between a ghost and a heavenly angel.

Don't be too sure, don't you think you could be programed to say that? If you bleed, do you really bleed, or are you bamboozled? How do you know right from wrong when all your life you have been informed different mysterious of hope, manner, death. There is never a one way, so what is ours?

You are truly absurd.

So are you. Never be close-minded for opportunity.

Who are you, what are you?

I think you know the answer to that.

No I don't, so tell me, who are you?

Stop being a fool, look in the mirror, I'm really just your inner you.

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