A computer changes everything. For almost a year now, none I had. Malpractice, tech breaks down. Now I am jacked once more.
Writing while listening to music on headphones. Pen and paper is dead when compared to such interfunction. Or is it?
A writer dipping his pen in ink(more time to think if ink not ever flows) listening to Wagner on the gramophone. Socrates formulating his thoughts while dancers of the temple move through the streets.
Time.... what is time? Geology shows us our minuteness. Cosmology shows that geology is but a gnat on the donkey's arse.
I am surprised by the common human. In a vast world filled with wonder, it chooses repetition, rote, instinct.
I am a common human. We all are. Even Einstein had to shit.
But what did he think of while shitting?
What does a queen think of while shitting?
The realms of time ever lost to us. History is but a drop in the ocean of human existence.
Perhaps there was a great composer, most creative, who heard sounds in his head while living in a cave some 50 000 years ago. Never recorded.
Who knows? Knowledge is ever limited. Simplifications needed for a being that is but dust in the grand scheme of things.
Enjoy the ride, for it ends.
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