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Walking Down Memory Lane with Broad Daylight Awareness
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Every now and again it’s nice to see that someone notices. It makes you feel like maybe you haven’t completely wasted your time. Of course, I don’t know what the guy is trying to say because he didn’t say it (much like his short piece demonstrates) but what I do know is that he didn’t offer the refutation that my piece demanded. Bottom Line? Something is true or it isn’t. It was nice of him to provide a means of contact but… for me, there’s no point. I already said what I had to say. You don’t have to go far to see the very mentality I am talking about. Give it time and this will dwarf the Brocol Harum, Bring Back our Girls PR stunt for yet one more NSA funded terror op. The degree of artifice and transparent fabrications is extreme these days. Very likely the recent kidnapping in Israel is yet another stunt. These days every single example is a stunt until proven otherwise.
I’d say I want my world back but I never had one. Now I’m in another episode. I don’t know where it’s headed and I don’t know what it means. I get up each morning and I go to bed each night. I’m dreaming, obviously. There’s a point to it all but I’m not supposed to know what it is. I’m sure the reader shares my dilemma; how it is so easy to see the meaning of things in the lives of others and so very difficult to see it in our own?
I move through the world and I watch the people in shops and on the streets. They seem ordinary because the events of their lives in this moment in time are ordinary. Let the transport trucks stop and the utilities go down and you will see the face beneath the Formica. I might as well be from outer space. I am an alien life-form here. I know the thoughts that pass through my mind are not the thoughts passing through the minds of the people around me. I occasionally go places and sit in a cafe, on a park bench, somewhere… and I look to see if I can spot one person who has the ineffable on their mind. I look to see if there is another person looking as I do, around me …and… wondering like I do about the same considerations. I’ve never seen anyone so occupied. Of course, I might be missing it. Regardless of whatever amount of intuition and telepathic insight I may possess, it’s a given that I miss things but… I have this very strong feeling that this is something I would be able to see, at least now and again. I know that the man whose property I am living on thinks about these things but that makes sense. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.
Source: http://philosophers-stone.co.uk/wordpress/2014/06/walking-down-memory-lane-with-broad-daylight-awareness/
