Freedom of Depression!

WARNING! Constant exposure to my train of thought has been know to cause severe brain cramping and/or loss of sanity! Proceed at your own risk!

My Shameless Self-Portrait! GRR! FEAR ME! MUAH HA HA HA HA! Something to hold you over until the next update! The Silver Fork Letters - i: The Anatomy of a Beginning. At the moment of every writer’s life where the impossible seems possible and the implausible plausible, there lays a silver fork. The shining point where both reason and imagination split paths, and though they travel side by side, while both ends after the same amount of travel, the life you glean from the chromatic finish differs greatly depending on what side you are on. Now you could use such a double-pronged utensil for swallowing peas and other such foods as would suit your taste but if your mind is merely on your belly and contentment with what is real then you’d better take the Right. The Right is the Now, the Here, the Knowing what Has Been, Is, and what very well Will Be. Most are better suited for the Right. The Right provides many benefits. The Right gives Security, Safety, and Proof about what has happened while also providing a near solid prediction of the Future. It is the Simplest, Tamest, not to mention most Practical path to take. I am not saying that to belittle the Right, I am merely stating that its following comes from the ease in which the mind and process information, knowing it’s calculations will still hold true in a similar instance somewhere between point A and point B. There are some people, however very few, that find the one day painfully indistinguishable from the next and the predictability of the Right so irritatingly droll that they have leapt for the path across the way in mid-stride and fallen. Unfortunately I cannot tell where they fell. But I can tell you that they have not returned, and that the spark of their existence, the essence of being that clings to this world longer than the body, has faded from view. And then there is the Other path. It could be referred to as the Left as the opposing is the Right, but on a road where creation is the rule, Up and Down and Left and Right and Wrong become skeptical ideas and best. But this is not a world without morals, it merely runs on the ideals of others. In a place where point Z leads to Q; the sky can be blue, or pink with white and purple clouds as you rest on the green sandy beach letting the yellow waters lap at your toes while you tan in the maroon sun, or moon for that matter. After all in this mind-bending world reality simply doesn’t exist. But as all inner workings reflect that of the outer working and the Other is the opposer of the Right and Other has it own crossing ripples in its waters. Now since no two imaginations are alike and no one man’s vision could be tangible with out another to witness it, two minds are often in a jointed effort of creation. I have not quite figured out why but one of these minds brings about nothing but simple surprises at the dawning of each new day. Surprises that are noticeable and pleasant give you the extra skip in your step and note on your tongue. Small things like a gorgeous sunrise, a light rain, a new flower, a healthy child or even a new machine for the world to tinker with. Meanwhile the other being, the antonym so to speak, brings about the dark dreams, the sick twist and perverse desires. It doesn’t necessarily mean a massacre is unleashed every other week. It could be the cockroach infestation in a home or any such thing on a larger or smaller magnitude that leads to an uncomfortable yet exhilarating lifestyle so desired. And so these two great minds unknowingly build on each other’s ideas, unwittingly relying on their invisible partner’s molding as a comparison so they can recognize their own. After all, who can know Light without Dark, Here without There, Up without Down, and Good with out Bad? The interesting part of these world though, The one thing that could happen that can either destroy it prematurely or change is all together is the occurrence of when these two minds finally meet. This is the beginning, not just a prelude, but the start of a chain of events that would have such a profound effect of the environs around them that the world would never be the same again. Literally. This is the tale of my life, and my world. This is the tale of my beginning. -iz