Aug. 18, 2005
Every moment’s been here already. Every word, every breath every thought… we are just spitting out the past again in one form or another… rendition of this and that. Form Jackie O to Audrey Hepburn… from the lines that they sing in these songs, to the ones you hear in the movies. Just another word from another’s mouth. Just another thought that was thought.
So with all the world turning in on itself, is there anything that we do that is still our own. Can we still have a thought that was not claimed already? Where are the lines drawn for originality and plagiarism?
I search these thought hoping that there is some that are my own… I hope that this creative juice that flows in my blood is not just a water down concentrate of the original. I wish to breathe a breath that is my own, not because I have not seen or heard it before, but that my mind can think like non other.
Where ever a world may find a thought of its
own, the seeds will plant to make it root long and strong and the wings will
span out high into the heavens…