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Do you ever have trouble finding the words you want to use?
You have a thought and it's so profound that your mind doesn't even know how to process it? You feel such great hope, but you don't know what you're hoping for? Or maybe it's fear. Indignance. Or maybe it's something beyond the emotional range. Maybe it's a sense of morality, justice, or duty. But you don't know why you feel it, or what it's directed towards. Sometimes, you may not even know WHAT you're feeling.
...But how?
How is it possible to have a thought that your mind can't even process?
...I think it's because we're locked in boxes. We don't have to comprehend anything more, so we don't, and when we have thoughts outside those boxes, our minds don't know how to handle them. It's like when you try to open a file in a format that your computer doesn't recognize.
But we aren't computers. We aren't machines. We can advance ourselves. We can further our own understanding. And the world would be better that way. Could you imagine if our thinking wasn't limited by the utter mundaneness of our lives, or the mendacity of what we've been told?
...Of course it's hard to imagine that. Itt's outside what you're used to. It's outside what I'm used to as well. In fact, expressing this, right now, is straining me. But I'm pushing forward. Pushing myself. It's hard. It takes effort. Will-power. But that's the point of what I'm writing. This is the first step of making good on it. I don't want to tell you to do this, then not do it myself.
If only we could break out of these boxes, these mental limitations that have been put up, that WE'VE put up... If only we could make ourselves that much better. If only... If only...
Sorry, I'm having trouble finding the words.
You have a thought and it's so profound that your mind doesn't even know how to process it? You feel such great hope, but you don't know what you're hoping for? Or maybe it's fear. Indignance. Or maybe it's something beyond the emotional range. Maybe it's a sense of morality, justice, or duty. But you don't know why you feel it, or what it's directed towards. Sometimes, you may not even know WHAT you're feeling.
...But how?
How is it possible to have a thought that your mind can't even process?
...I think it's because we're locked in boxes. We don't have to comprehend anything more, so we don't, and when we have thoughts outside those boxes, our minds don't know how to handle them. It's like when you try to open a file in a format that your computer doesn't recognize.
But we aren't computers. We aren't machines. We can advance ourselves. We can further our own understanding. And the world would be better that way. Could you imagine if our thinking wasn't limited by the utter mundaneness of our lives, or the mendacity of what we've been told?
...Of course it's hard to imagine that. Itt's outside what you're used to. It's outside what I'm used to as well. In fact, expressing this, right now, is straining me. But I'm pushing forward. Pushing myself. It's hard. It takes effort. Will-power. But that's the point of what I'm writing. This is the first step of making good on it. I don't want to tell you to do this, then not do it myself.
If only we could break out of these boxes, these mental limitations that have been put up, that WE'VE put up... If only we could make ourselves that much better. If only... If only...
Sorry, I'm having trouble finding the words.
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I was actually done expressing my idea when I finished writing this, but I wanted to make my point.
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I don't know why i haven't read this. I must have been away from the computer for more days then i thought. I really really like this. I have written something that reminds me of this, but I haven't posted it. I should, bad Manda. Oh well. I really really liked this, considering this is how I feel most of the time. I use the boxes as an excuse. but anyway I'm rambling. You did great Mr. Poe as usual!