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Good Bye Mortal
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I am totally loving the Singapore GP Video Edit on the F1 site. It is fantastic. Never seen Singapore look as spectacular. Pretty bummed about the fact that the RBs had a pretty shit drive there but that totally changed cause of last Sunday's win.
One can attain great comfort by feeling physically at ease in the middle of a cacophony of chatter, but my solitary boat brings a deeper range of thoughts after calming my lungs.
As I drift to a standstill, I contemplate the complexities of the human mind. The irrational and erratic behaviour we essentially must have in order to feel alive and individual. The world floats before me but I cannot comprehend, with words or visuals, sound or feel. If we seek nothing, we gain nothing, nor do we encounter trouble with anything. However, to have knowledge is to understand self, therein lies our journey; an adventure, a struggle to find land, always on the brink of capsizing, merely a mercenary... but What is it that drives us.
Why are we on a boat? I would spin my box if I could. Physics renders me unable to do so while still in safety position.
The box highlights me. An excuse is made and I am allowed to retain all sanity in the box.
I step out of the box and parade around. The cacophony returns. My ears focus on the most important things, but with the box on my head, and not me in the box, I am distracted by thoughts that echo in my head, unable to reign their excitement.
I suppose I must be still and possibly, my silken route will straighten itself out. My box is broken, stabbed in the centre by the stem of an unsuspecting flower. My place of reason is lost, and I am unleashed into the jungle of rainfall, each drop resonates so clearly, my thoughts are muffled.
I have no dust trail, I'm not running.
I'm just wondering, whether what I'm wondering is reverb from a forest of sound, or my very own thought. Whose crystal ideas speed round my head? If they're not mine, I am really thinking?
It's not a double bind that drives us all insane, it's the setting of boundaries that never lets a ship sail off the sides of a golden plate.
