Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Saturday, April 12, 2003

 

Can one giggle at the absurdities of our lives, and yet still learn? Can one giggle and still move forward? And the silence was deafening. And the silence was soft. It was the silence of souls at rest. The silence of minds held still. Can one still learn if the mind is at ease? Can one move forward if the soul rests? We figited. We wished ourselves outside, away, somewhere else. We strained to hear, we strained to ignore. When will it all end, we ask ourselves. When will it all begin, we ask ourselves.

The clock ticks so slowly. The days pass so quickly. Have we heard this before? What is important? What can we take away, if there is no substance? We are tired, we are sore, we are beat. Our lives are going by so quickly, they slip through our fingers as we reach out to grab hold. The questions in my mind pop up, unbidden, but there are no answers.

Is a battle so different from a war? When men die, does anything good come about? Is everything one says in view of authority, suspect? When tempers flare, can communication occur? Can there be resolution? What is the end? Could it have turned out differently? When my thoughts frighten me, what can I do? Who can I turn to? What can I do when I can't tell them to anyone? Afraid of reactions, afraid of thoughts.

The anger that simmers in my chest treatens to boil over. But anger at what? The little things develop into a large pot of water. This cycle I live in, will there ever be an end? Or will my view of the future always be the same as my past?

Are moral judgements necessary? Can we even make them? Are things done out of necessity the best? Would the world be better if necessity was not? What can I do, America...Do you know anymore than I? Are pronouns really so important? Is society's restrictions really so important? So strict? What is the role of a mother? Can it ever change? Should it?

When life pulls in six directions, can one go a seventh? Or are we doomed to be drawn and quartered?

Culture. Everything comes back to culture. It changes so quickly, effects so differently. Technology changes everything. But do somethings stay the same? Is listening to a conversation benificial? Wrong? Is there an end to the insanity? The motion, the money, the materials? Can one be rooted in a moving group?

GL 7:44 PM