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

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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

lone_one,

marmot_pie and

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...