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there are times in life
when imagination leaves you
and there is no beauty in anything
times when you realize
that there is nothing thats sacred anymore
and why should there be?
times when you realize that you dont think when you speak
and even less when you write..
so i try not to look at the lines above lest i should exercise my predisposition to delete them
there are times when you realize that the big picture is not yours for mending

that the big picture, that enormous backdrop that is the universe, will remain itself
noble gases and carbon compounds
while you grapple with everything
while you deify pettiness

where all the pettiness you can muster to put on a pedestal is all that drives you
in your own little world
so little it cant even be a world
times where you realize that all that time spent in conversations trying to prove a point
are worthless...and you realize that you are me and we are everyone else..
ants
some more cocksure than others
some more emotive than others..
some more sensitive than others...
some more vindictive that others...
and maybe some more petty than others...
and in all the magnanimity that megalomania allows..
some more alive than others..

all of this is abstract..and all of this is probably inane..
for if you stop dreaming you die..

these dreams of everlasting bliss
are just dreams
there is this body that needs to be fed..
so it can muster the strength to just exist..
so that maybe someday it can dream..
maybe this is purgatory after all..


	Swamy October 7, 2005 10:30 PM PDT I don't think there are only dreams. There are actions too. The goal is to spend time, and we can choose to think or act or life away (probably doing both is best).