I’m very clever with words. I do things with them all the time.
Constantly twisting them into new configurations, and making little
strings of paper dolls out of them. If you play with symbols long
enough, they start to play back, and whisper secret meanings, and
deeper insights
Are these epiphanies, or simply the lucid delusions of a mind hooked
on its own machinations?
Personally I’d opt for lucid delusions. They’re more fun. An epiphany has to expand you in some way where a delusion doesn’t have to serve any real purpose and can even be shared easily with others. 😉
opting
At first I wanted to answer, “both”.
Then I decided that words can not provide an answer.
I write a helluva lot, and sometimes I think that these words provide me with answers and directions, but they don’t capture reality. The words help me to express my emotions, to expel them from my body, and they serve as a record to my future self about how my past self analyzed a particular issue. However, my future self is free to make its own decisions, on the merits, without reference to his previously written words.
It was intended more as very free form poetry than legitimate ponderance. people take me too seriously =)
automatic caution doors
hmm, probably that whole high maintenance thing. think you have to announce playful and/or creative prior to attempting it. and um, please hold on to the hand rail.
Ugh.
Just stop with the pseudo-intellectual crap.
Re: Ugh.
Woohoo, my first flame. =)
If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to stop reading.
Hi! I discovered your LJ just now by accident, but I’ve been reading + you seem really interesting…intelligent, too. So I’m adding you to my friends list. 🙂 BTW, I’m Louise. Nice to meet you…
~Madam Plum*