I have these thoughts from time to time, they go nowhere but serve the purpose of making my mind flinch and then react. It shows depth again.
I go around and round, churning the idea and the thought to the point of either acceptance or rejection, never getting anywhere or at least to a point is not only not all there, but neither or both.
Constantly in flux, thought and idea rising and sinking like a wave. I stop. I think to myself, “WTF am I doing here?”.
I used to write more often, more from experience or that for which I would think. And that would sink away with the tide, being replaced by one vice for another. Or are we, am I, doing that? It shows depth again
We end up at a destination that is not only nowhere, but between not anywhere and somewhere. A Twilight Zone episode of enveloping nothingness with nothing, not of substance but thereof lacking everything.
Insanity, a destination not a place in the universe, envelops us all at different rates. It shows depth again
Our ability to command our individual brain, to seek to understand or control them, beating us down with the humanity of our condition of being, not so oddly, human.
And in a fleeting second, a thought of undying good or evil, it passes without sin or praise, a thought that just keeps existing.
