WHere do I start with todays post when I havge not found any ideas bursting from my head at a fine day of sun and air. It's always a strugfgle for me to get into anything if I didn't get around to finding a purpose so I will just write about purpose. P
Purpose in will and purpose in way.
The matter will always end up becoming grounded when we are not even aware of what we are setting ourselves to do. The blind leadeing tyhe blind. Its alwayzs real good story when you are not one of the unseeing, in fact how can I even make it to tomorrow when I don';t even see a path ahead of me in the jungle. The urban jungle?
What can I say to you to convince you of my folly.
Is it folly to follow a blind man who knows the way to freedom. In fact I ask myself what is freedom really when we know what is nothing we know. Confused yet?
You should be since you are here reading a blind mans journal when they can see but yet do not know what they are looking at. It's all just a jumble of thoughts pieced together by neural signals firing in rapid successions. What is good for me, may not be good for you. Or vice versa, but lets not ruin a good story with a truth. Not the truth. A truth. It's laughable how I can say something so confidently when I can't even see it to begin with. Not saying I can't feel it but then again are we here because of feelings?
Nothing more than feelings.
Confession.
I alone know what the secret of life is, in my eyes.
I'm not say what the secret is with your eyes because I can't even see it happening other than my hands now aching from the effort I am exerting.
You know it's a whole new world for everyone who gave their lives for someone else's freedom?
Confused?
I am.
This is not a test. This is not even an exercise. This is a pigment of my imagination. Imagine what can happen if we all know what the other person is thinking. Well I'll tell you.
I do not know.
Made using windows paint because I need a picture for this post LOL.