It is beautiful to imagine our thoughts like the rays of sun – piercing the thick consciousness, bumping into another’s, bouncing off, or penetrating, reflected or forever deformed their pathways…
Like that Star Wars episode, when they took their shining swords and call up magic…In my ignorance I don’t even know their names…the only thing I am able to recognise from star wars is the intro melody, that my next desk colleague has got on his mobile tunes…Maybe because I’m not interested in wars…stars or not…why do we fight? Is there any point of making it hard way, when all we’ve got is our tongue to say words and arms to reach out, and perhaps, lips to send a smile out into the air…I’m all soapy like that…or maybe just today…but no fights for me have been booked in my diary…I’m a peacekeeper…and the only thing that tickles my interest in star wars – the tricks of magic…and, of course, the save-the-princess act, coz I’m also romantic…that together makes me romantic peacekeeper…or peaceful romantic…very “unoriginal” indeed…
Back to the communication nets…imagine beach basketball game…you juggle your thoughts, fool the others a bit…pretend you aim one way…then throw the ball into completely opposite direction…and have that faith that there would be someone standing this way to catch the ball…and if there isn’t…well…you just got to run and fetch the ball yourself…just an extra mile to get over…nothing to worry about...it is all – a game…
Have you ever wonder where our brilliant ideas come from? Do we think them ourselves? Or do we just catch someone else’s thought and re-arrange it to our own understanding, then – throw it out there for somebody else to catch and do the same? Where do all the original ideas originate from? Surely the imagination is limitless, but even he should stand on some real grounds…otherwise we will not be able to communicate…if there won’t be same single ground in every different idea…
Path to hell...in a good tension...if we'd know where to fall, we would have something to fall onto...or into...or through...
Like that Star Wars episode, when they took their shining swords and call up magic…In my ignorance I don’t even know their names…the only thing I am able to recognise from star wars is the intro melody, that my next desk colleague has got on his mobile tunes…Maybe because I’m not interested in wars…stars or not…why do we fight? Is there any point of making it hard way, when all we’ve got is our tongue to say words and arms to reach out, and perhaps, lips to send a smile out into the air…I’m all soapy like that…or maybe just today…but no fights for me have been booked in my diary…I’m a peacekeeper…and the only thing that tickles my interest in star wars – the tricks of magic…and, of course, the save-the-princess act, coz I’m also romantic…that together makes me romantic peacekeeper…or peaceful romantic…very “unoriginal” indeed…
Back to the communication nets…imagine beach basketball game…you juggle your thoughts, fool the others a bit…pretend you aim one way…then throw the ball into completely opposite direction…and have that faith that there would be someone standing this way to catch the ball…and if there isn’t…well…you just got to run and fetch the ball yourself…just an extra mile to get over…nothing to worry about...it is all – a game…
Have you ever wonder where our brilliant ideas come from? Do we think them ourselves? Or do we just catch someone else’s thought and re-arrange it to our own understanding, then – throw it out there for somebody else to catch and do the same? Where do all the original ideas originate from? Surely the imagination is limitless, but even he should stand on some real grounds…otherwise we will not be able to communicate…if there won’t be same single ground in every different idea…
Path to hell...in a good tension...if we'd know where to fall, we would have something to fall onto...or into...or through...