2005-06-22 - 9:06 p.m.
It amazes me how much we are just a vibration of things that were. Things that have already occured, regardless of how genuine they feel to us, now, in our lives, in our present, nothing is genuine, nothing is original; all mishmash and hodgepodge. There were people like Aristotle and Plato and they said these things that are still now and were never then. How incredible they must have thought the things they were thinking were. How amazingly new they thought their thoughts were. I wander through my thought, wander through the possibilities of thought direction, hoping for something tangible. I will never think something brand new. I will never go somewhere fresh.
I beleive there is an archetypal obsession with discovery.
But when we discover something, what will we do with it? How long until we decide to break it, or worse, cover it up again.
