Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Post the Second

"Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights." -Theodore Geisel
Or are you? Are you on your way up?
Are you just sitting by?
Maybe you're heading down. Who knows? Who knows.
I don't know. Or at least, I don't want you to know I know. Its a ponderment, isn't it? 
How do we define place?
It is by land, by country line, by people who live there? 
Or do we just feel that one particular bit of matter is in some small (or possibly quite large) way different than another?
Empiricists wouldn't like that, no, not at all. 
Are you an empiricist?
Some how I hope you are. I like empiricists, they help me keep the semblance of sanity. 
I say semblance because really, who among is really sane except those who only use ration and reasoning alone to make all judgementations. 
You may call them heartless, but its not true. It can't be, because they understand the delicate balances of life better than any of the rest of us lowly organisms pretend to.
I hope you are an empiricist. It'd be easier.
I have nothing more to say on the matter, therefore I will now leave you to your own cogitations. Enjoy them. Or don't. I don't really have an opinion either way.
Until we meet again my darlings, dearest souls, and any other wanders whose mind shall meet with mine in time.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Post the First

Greetings and Salutations.
Are you reading this? 
You shouldn't be. 
No one should be. 
And yet here we are, with your eyes reading over my words.
Lets explore this more. Why are you here? Isn't there something better you could be doing? Wait--don't answer that. I don't wanna know what amazing thing you could be doing with your life that I am keeping you from doing by having it waste away reading this nonsense.
And don't tell me this isn't nonsense. It is. Can you tell me my point? Because I can't tell you my point. I don't have a point. Or do I? Do you know?
Why else are you here? 
Maybe I know you. Probably I do. But maybe I don't.
I hope I don't know you.
That would be exciting. Reaching out and touching new people's souls.
Can I hold your soul?

Let it sit in the palm of my hands and glow? 
Your soul is warm--I can tell. Fuzzy as well. 
Fuzzy warm glowing soul, thank you for being here. 
Any one else...meh.
So you are here because you already know me, or you have found me. To quote Charlie from the amazing mini-series Alice, "It is meant to be. This time, this place, this meeting in the woods." Perhaps you were meant to find me here. Perhaps it was meant to be.
I've dreamed of meeting you. And now here it is. You know, "nothing happens unless first a dream." Carl Sanburg said that.I dreamed of you.Perhaps you have dreamed of me too. That would be nice. 
I have nothing more to say on the matter, therefore I will now leave you to your own cogitations. Enjoy them. Or don't. I don't really have an opinion either way.
Until we meet again my darlings, dearest souls, and any other wanders whose mind shall meet with mine in time.