No mater who we are, or what we do, death is with us.
No mater what you live for, in the end, there is death. No mater who you think you love, there is death. To live is to die. And in death you are not free. It is impossible to be free anymore. Anywhere you go, you are bound to the laws of an upper class. There are too many people, and too much technolagy(sp) to be free. To think an original thought is to be different. To be different is to be dead. Death of the mind, not the body. When ones mind is lost to soicity(sp), one shall be dead. When a person loses emmotion, he is lost in a glaze. Eventurally(sp) one must accept that as much hope as he has, the glaze is forever there. Reality is only in ones mind. If many mindsthey saw the same thing, it is real. If only one mind sees something, it is false.
Because it is not written does not mean it does not exsist. If a thought or idea is not on paper does it exsist? If a thought never leaves the mind, was it ever there? If a thought is never shared, it must then become part of our jaded reality. If the thought is shared, it still may not be real. Everyone that knows of the thought must belive in it to be real. If you belive in an idea and everyone belives the opposite, you are, no mater who saw it, no matter what happpened, wrong. If i see a bird flying, and no one else did, was there ever a bird? People will think it possible, but will not belive it happened. If five people see a bird flying, and they all agree it happened, it is real. But if only one of the five belives, did the bird ever have been there? To have reality is to conform. To be free is to be alone. To be sane is to be insane. If this text is destroyed, were my thoughts ever real? Did my ideas ever come into exsistance?
First day of school, good times, not really. People suck ass. Ignorance is of a higher calibur this year, even with people I can stand to talk to. No one has changed, and My english teacher is still flakey. All I can say is that we will butt heads this year a lot.
In final, People need to be more open minded. Get past the physical. Fucking ass monkeys. Oh well, when i'm retired by 35, and they are working their asses off trying to get by, I will be laughing.