I was thinking out loud. Talking to myself. The Band.
Well, I am beginning to wonder if anyone is really copping to the concepts and truths discussed here, other than Yianni.
This isn’t meant to be provocative but rather a journey to a place over there by the trees that grow in the shade shading the pond containing small fish that have no awareness and don’t think about anything.
Algae may produce oil and save us from petroleum woes but what you won’t be able to see if you can’t free yourself from perspectives of limitation and resistance to openness is that we are all really rather small and life goes on within you and without you. George Harrison’s greatest tune if you ask me. Bored me to tears for years until I listened to the lyrics.
So why not talk to yourself?
Cause its nuts.