Brick walls in a fantasy

There were stars in the sky and brick walls in the fantastic story that I am about to tell you.
As I stared in that direction I immediately realized that this was truly fascinating.
I was a bit surprised that I was actually surprised about it.
The noise from the other side seemed to get more melodic with every passing hour.
If not for those small cars speeding under the bridge, you could even hear the ants scurrying around your ears.
Her eyes felt dry. The water from the rain oozed through her red hair and slipped by her red lips.
The evening got pleasant. A storm was leaving that fresh smell of wind in the air.
The devils got 90000 women he just need 1 more.
Just the kind of woman who is bound to go.



So there it is. Well some of the middle part can be picked from the hints in this picture. If nothing works in making sense, then just imagine how it must be to see it finally - you know, that view behind the brick wall. That surprising music besides the sound of the ants scurrying around her dry eyes.

Bill could have stayed longer, but the spiders were waiting.

turn out

the fight between black and white

is within you, behind your sight
sometimes you stare in the evening sky
and cross the road when the lights white

about 10 million times
your mind works around
things, thoughts and signs
uplifting brightened up sounds

believe me its true
do you notice how this has changed?
the knots and threads have gotten
much entangled again?

But now a beauty is resolved
something satisfying has been achieved
a fearless vision of the future
is bravely facing my race again

and as for me -
I've learned a thing or two
about letting go
this assumption that I know

its only about understanding
and enjoying this show

Welcome
welcome to the machine!

In - dependence: Free - dom

Isn’t freedom an experience, and aren’t all experiences "experienced" by our mind?

So is our mind free? Really free?

Is freedom only the absence of a ruler in person?
What about rulers that aren’t personified?
We are all fighting for that freedom, some may have given up knowingly, and some may have never been aware of the slavery, but this human condition that we so romantically refer to as "life" and this process of living in the present moment is a constant fight -

- or constant slavery depending on your view.

Do you sleep well? Are you free to express yourself? Are you constantly chasing a future, always mesmerized by images, glitter, power, greed?
Are you afraid to lose what is truly yours?

Well, do you really know what is TRULY yours -
- you know, the stuff that CANNOT be taken away from you? The stuff that is REALLY you?

Is happiness merely material to you, or do you seek something higher?

Now, again, really, what IS freedom?
Are you free?

Fight for your mind!!!

Messages from "E"

Starting July 21, 2045, the time will change
Not like the way it has been so far
but quite different
quite out of range.
It wont matter who you are
where you are
how near or
distant from here and now you are.
However,
things will change for sure
certainly things will be 'different',
things will be strange
bizarre and even quite incredible.
What we know will mean much more
what we do not know will suddenly be known.
The weather will be different
the computers faster
and we will be talking to each other
in more ways than sound and text.
Time will probably have more things to do with
death will be farther and the birth of new ones even more miraculous
It is also likely that many other sort of things may happen:
this planet may be completely cooked
by nuclear holocausts and torn $ bills
machines may have become more powerful
and through TV, AI may finally get our attention!
But maybe not, maybe through TV we may be
paralyzed to our couches, frozen in fossils of the 21st century.

Dreams

I woke up in the darkness and looked about. In my mind I saw greek sprawled around the fluctuating floor. It was all greek - what did it mean? It was all greek.
It took me a while to realize that 'those' were my thoughts. But, what did it mean?
I suddenly noticed the part of my mind that carried out the job of noticing such things. Things such as language, thought, curiosity and dreams. Was it a dream? I asked myself, was "this" a dream?

I woke up in the darkness and looked about. In my mind I saw images flying around the mercurial source of light. It was like watching a really big picture shatter into infinite small ones - every moment, forever. Were these memories? I tried to remember. It was still greek.

Suddenly, there was a sound - a knock on some invisible door. I looked through the peephole. It was me. Behind was a whole another world. More doors, more windows, more empty spaces, sprinkled with trees and thoughts. Was it all a dream? I asked myself.

I slowly felt the light of the sun glow on my face. What place was this now? "when" is this? I got up, and noticed the sky was dimmed by a fading eclipse in the sky. In between the times I shut my eyes and opened them again for yet another time, a memory, an image, flashed behind my eyelids. It was a picture I had seen of the earth rising on a desolate martian scene - real pictures. Postcards from mars. An exploration of the human mind. A receding horizon. It looked like the north star over a static red sea.

I brought my mind back to the present moment. For a while I thought of nothing. I noticed I could move this time. I got up to embrace the morning. I sipped a cup of coffee. There was music in the air. The traffic moved in a rhythm of its own. People spoke and birds sang. Within it all, there were sounds of the wind swaying the trees.

I looked through the peephole.
There was the world, sprawled all across a slowly changing canvas.

I walked towards the mirror to examine my self. I looked closer into my eyes. There, beyond the reflection in the dark circular globes, I saw yet other worlds. It was all greek, all memories, colors and sounds shifting through a temporal breeze.
What did it mean?

It was always different. It always seemed that I insisted it wasn't changing.
Another day the sun has risen, like it has risen a countless times before. Will it rise again tomorrow, I wouldn't really know. For sure I mean.

Was it a dream? I asked myself...