ithika: (set em up & watch em fall)
Ghan ([personal profile] ithika) wrote2004-03-19 04:44 pm

when the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears

Yeah. That line's from Tiger, Tiger by Blake. Most excellent poet, Blake.

This will prolly be short, because Ihavetogotoworkohmigod
but I just couldn't keep away.

I was thinking today, as [livejournal.com profile] lone_one, [livejournal.com profile] marmot_pie and [livejournal.com profile] auntpol would know, that, there's really no way of knowing if I'm living in a straitjacket and a padded room, imagining all of this. And people saying "well, I think, so I can't be a figment of your imagination" doesn't help, because I have no proof that them saying that isn't just my mind making them say that to make me stop questioning things. That said, I know if this is true, I would have to be the insane one, because I can tell I'm thinking now.

It's a really interesting concept to try to get your head around - and I'm not sure why I was thinking of it today.
Just one of those moods, I guess. :)

Aah! I gots to go to work now... no, really. Hehe... ah...

Eeek

[identity profile] pecka.livejournal.com 2004-03-19 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Thats a pretty goood imagination! WE shall never find out ;)

[identity profile] medicated-stoke.livejournal.com 2004-03-19 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Did He smile upon His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?"
I love that poem...
Ahhh work, thats what I should do... oh well.

yeah... labotomy time!

[identity profile] uruserce.livejournal.com 2004-03-20 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I've thought this through before and I have decided I don't care, either way. It is the same with the whole matrix concept. I don't care because I can't care, I'm not going anywhere and even if I did get out of it and went back in I wouldn't remeber and so would not care. The only time I'd care was if I knew for sure that I was dellusional. Then I would just blow stuff up. And do whatever the hell I want cause I'm in a fake world. Most sad thing would be that you and everyone I know does not exist.

That and niether does PIRATES! OMG LOTR! AhhhhhhhH! the sheer HORROR!

*weeps*

Wow, Imagine the dough I could make with LOTR there in my head. All I gotta do is read it in my mind and write it with my body... music, movies, books.... ooooh. I think I'd give myself a labotomy, so I can permenantly return to my happy world.