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There are thoughts that pass through one’s mind that cannot be replicated by any other person’s mental patterns until far into the future….when such ideas may even be taboo or the absence of that…Thoughts that intrigue and even thrill the thinker into unknown territories inside time and space…No stoned rant is this, but merely the one of many ideas that filter through the dark mass that is my brain to work itself out through the keys in the keyboard at my fingertips…It may seem like a waste of time to write such abstract ponderings down upon the page, but I see it as a means of catharsis that is unattainable with endless pieces of paper and pens that run out of ink too easily…We are too easily lost within our own thoughts, and I am certainly one of those miserable individuals who sometimes can’t see beyond the patterns that flitter about the mind’s eye like a movie…The trains of thought that I ride can be dark and mysterious, but never quite as stabile as the locomotive I refer to in the metaphor…My mind is a tempest of the bizarre and unwieldy thoughts that beg the soul to donate some time and effort to their cause to make them manifest, but I swear, there is not enough time in this lifetime to devote hours to their sharpening and honing them to their absolute conclusions…I feel weak when I compare myself with some of my contemporaries, but then I come to realize that we each come to our own in our own due course…Maybe I will explode in shards of brilliance that few will be able to pick up, but those few pieces will become the next seeds for newer realities to be built upon…Who knows because I certainly don’t…

Thanks, khet.