I have thought of myself at times as like a brute process. That somewhere in me, there is a summation function that adds all my current drives together and formulates a desire — nothing of my choice depends on any kind of will, no kind of choice except what tips the balance of my animal necessities. Even this, even the act of creation, here, that it is merely some kind of sublimation of ancient lust, that I am in as little control of as any kind of blind mechanism. Thus does my mind stray.... And then, I realize that I must not take myself too seriously. I know not the underpinnings of consciousness; and I think it not a simple hack, so simple as what I imagine. Not only that there are subtleties, but somewhere I conjecture that freedom — if only half that of unhindered liberty — that freedom is indeed mine. To be or not to be is not a question to be added together and the sum of it my choice. I am, therefore I think, and I think it not that decision is merely a trivial illusion.
Heather
4:00am monday, 28th february
That is Very great. Illusions are very wierd. Ho!Ho!Ho!
Regina
1:15am saturday, 5th march
I'm an artist and I find this extremely intriguing....emotion: dumbfounded
Heather
Regina