Guide Post for a Helicopter

Still cannot describe the feelings I have; about me, about the universe. I am pretty sure that time is a human invention and that it does not really exist outside our minds; the universe does not happen in time. At least time has no direction, one of our biggest mistakes.

I am healing, it is slow and painful; there are more set-backs than progresses. No one seems to understand what it is to have an illness that settles in the mind and makes that mind confuse its circuitry wholly. It is not necessarily a bad experience but it is the total lack of respect for the apparently normal brains that makes things so much worst, that make us feel that much more like exceptions.

Our society requires conformity, if only to understand time as a universal constant, but that also becomes ideology, demagoguery and murder since those responsible are those controlling our societies. W.S. Burroughs has it right in “Cities of the Red Night” and “Place of Dead Roads” where a pirates society called the Articles celebrates individual rights and freedoms and allows members to settle their differences in any manner they choose, some ways incur great penalties and others ensure the survival of the colony. Every one is responsible for every one else.


Acid Test

Once one is many and time is no more – expansion into dimensions is common place.


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