Have we become anaesthetised to our own importance?
As the days go by, i turn on the news each morning or evening. This was once a source of knowledge for me. My existence has now motivated me to believe that it is an exercise in futility. Where does our truth reside if all our sources of knowledge are somehow governed by someone elses ideology.
In writing this i am hoping that it will touch someone else. Touch you or the person you pass it on to.
The beginning, the ending. The inhale, the exhale.
The life, the existence.
Deconstruction of language and the effects of pre-conceived terminology on our mindspace.
You will have to excuse the introduction. No hello how ya doin' talk. This is partially the fault of a long day at work.
I will try to be more fun next time i pass by. may be i will bring a knock knock joke, or some chocolate cake.
I'm going to eat some dinner, fold some clothes, turn on the tv and watch people sound bite the future presidents pastor (shame on them, for real, the man made an intelligent speech)
Until next time.