Monday, September 12, 2005
Monday Sept. 12, 2005 - Year 3, Day 175 - gone so quickly if not captured
cloudy & cool, 6C, refreshing air fills lungs; Gusta the energizer pup this morning seems to thrive on it too as she keeps doing 60 yard wind-sprints inside long after our walk + chasing her tail – a dog metaphor we often apply to business life; pretty good exercise I think without having to go outside or use equipment
gone so quickly if not captured – my thoughts, oft-flitting messes, disjointed mush I’d never dare share; some dark & socially inappropriate, some mundane & trivial; some come & go in a split second understood by me but requiring huge explanation to anyone else – or years of therapy
to imagine you or I can think a thought that has not been thought before is like thinking all things that can be invented have been invented already – both untrue
it would be delightful [I think ?] to have original thoughts every day – or maybe not ?
this thought that flits like a summer butterfly is gone so quickly if not captured
writing it down is like giving it voice – no longer fleeting – then toner meets electronic charge meets paper – a record of that thought generated; mine to treasure but, more likely, to gather dust only to be tossed away one day
GR, we are not on same page, nor similar paths, but could be a worthy distraction
last word on ‘Wedding Crashers’ ; if you consider your brain worthy of quality plot, ideas, acting and stimulation above the neck, see something else
Mark
gone so quickly if not captured – my thoughts, oft-flitting messes, disjointed mush I’d never dare share; some dark & socially inappropriate, some mundane & trivial; some come & go in a split second understood by me but requiring huge explanation to anyone else – or years of therapy
to imagine you or I can think a thought that has not been thought before is like thinking all things that can be invented have been invented already – both untrue
it would be delightful [I think ?] to have original thoughts every day – or maybe not ?
this thought that flits like a summer butterfly is gone so quickly if not captured
writing it down is like giving it voice – no longer fleeting – then toner meets electronic charge meets paper – a record of that thought generated; mine to treasure but, more likely, to gather dust only to be tossed away one day
GR, we are not on same page, nor similar paths, but could be a worthy distraction
last word on ‘Wedding Crashers’ ; if you consider your brain worthy of quality plot, ideas, acting and stimulation above the neck, see something else
Mark
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