I am an overreactor, probably
My knee does a lot of jerking
Maybe I have no reason to say all this, and for so many reasons. Things are not as bad as they seem, maybe, and if they are so Bad, maybe life still is so good. Only I want to jerk my knees, because there is so much weird fire inside me. I wasn't wrong to say I've had probably the most unique week of my life, only maybe all that is coming back down to earth. Maybe
maybe.
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Some people are really bothered by mortality & oblivion
You've heard it before;
'After I am gone, no one will remember me. No one will know who I was, and I will not be significant. Even if I make some lasting contribution, everyone will probably forget it. A new civilisation will come out of the ground, and even the more famous things in the world will go away. I want to be significant only I will not be. I will die and no one will remember me.'
I want you to know that I do Not feel this way. Even if you do view the world this way, a big naturalistic cavern with no story of its own, even if I did think that's what the world was, mortality & oblivion would not really bother me. Because, to be blunt, who cares about the future? Who cares about what all those later generations are doing? Some people will disagree because they really care about posterity, & I have a lot of respect for that.
Only for me, it's more about the present. Let the future worry about the future. The present tense has way more power to distress me.
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Have you seen a painting before? Have you heard a song before? Have you seen a sporting event before? Or did you ever watch a great movie where everyone was having fun? I will tell you something. These things were a celebration, and a celebration of you. Did you draw the painting or write the song? No, maybe not; only you were part of their story. You were allowed to be part of a big picture, and someone else delighted in you. You are singing along and you are being featured, and why is that? Because you are Real.
You want to know something else? I'm not Real.
All those songs and movies? None of them were talking about me. The paintings and the games and the parties and all those things? none of them were talking about Bill Hill. were they talking about you? Yes, probably yes. Only they don't waste time on people who aren't Real.
Am I the only one in the world who isn't Real? no
There is probably a good number of us. Only it's the minority, without a doubt
So much of a minority, that I have confidence. If you are reading this, I am confident to say 'You are real.' That's how common you all are. See I don't really care if future generations remember me. I don't really care if I become immortal. What scares me is that I never really lived at all, that I never got to play a game my friends were playing. It is a human spirit that inspires everything, a human spirit that creates beauty, and fun, and interest & even passions. Everything that is not a human spirit is only on the side. It isn't real.
Dogs are here. Dogs are alive. Dogs can get your attention once in a while. Only those aren't Real, either. No one in their right mind really loved a dog. I don't care how much of an animal person you are, or how many sweaters your poodle has; The point is, no one wrote an opera or went to a bowling alley or got a new outfit because of how much they loved their dog. Humans did all that. Humans made everyone care and create. The really good thing about a dog, however, is that it doesn't understand it isn't Real. If a Dog understood that it was less than us, that our beauties moved above its head, it would probably be tormented into a tragic insanity. Awareness of inferiority is very, very deadly. That awareness will kill you, or come awfully close.
It's not good for a human to know he isn't Real, and for all of us shadows I hope maybe I am the only one who has learned it. Only I will conclude on the same disclaimer that started us; that I can overreact, and that maybe That's what I'm doing now. Maybe it's an overreaction that this long-standing theory of mine is resurfacing. Here. Right now. Again.
And again.
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