Life is a passage of time. When spent in love; it is rewarding. When spent in sorrow; it is mortal...when spent in thought...it is the core of wisdom. To be a good person nowadays tends to be thought of as an impossible feat...a feeling amongst humans which I strongly disagree with. There is not enough emphasis on the amounts of information and wisdom that you can gain just by looking into one's eyes for a long moment. The world seems as if it is rotating on an axis of moral depravity and lack of pride in the worth of our souls. So much dishonesty and pain, just because we cannot seem to pull ourselves far away enough from a corrupted society for a desperately needed moment of control.
There is far to much faith put into time...time doesn't exist if you can train yourself not to believe in it...it seems like only yesterday I was learning to tie a double knot in my shoes...as it also tends to feel like yesterday I had just gotten asked out for the first time at age 12...the whole basis of time is to put stability in our lives I suppose...why, then, does everything seem like "it was just yesterday" that it had occured? The truth of yesterday was I went to school, drew a couple of pictures of elves and dragons and such...then after a while, went online and wrote some mails...Time is more important when there is a definate experience involved in a certain day...which is why everything seems "like it had just happened yesterday". We tend to remember only the absolute best and worst points where we've gained knowledge and wisdom..and since there are so few for so many people, the time in between these experiences is practically non-existant.
I believe that the percentage (if measurable) of our brains that we do not currently used, are where our innate mind powers are stored. These powers being mind control, fixed mind-over-matter, telekinetics, and so on. We all live here, and learn here, until we are either done learning, have gained all possible knowledge, or are needed elsewhere. In a way, we are all immortal. Not being that we live on as characters of glory, but more that our human minds and souls and hearts can't die. They can appear to stop, but they still exist, until they too, move on.
© 1998 Lauralanthalasa
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