I suppose it is only right that I have highs as high as I do (no, nothing drug related), seeing as I have lows as low as I go. I wrote about the funk I was in, and now I am writing about things that cause me to tip in the direction of grandeur. My friend asked me, regarding the research I am doing in information theory, if I thought anyone else in the world was thinking what I was thinking. And I could say yes without hesitation. He asked me how that made me feel, and I described these highs I have, from time to time. Being high on ideas — I mean, literally buzzed from thought. Who knows? I may actually have something. But I have found that being on the road is what counts, putting one’s self out there, in the mix, whatever that might mean to you, and your talents: that’s the whole point of this thing we’re going through. Even if you never feel the high from it. For in the words of Bob Dylan, he not busy being born is busy dying. Life will end up happening to you, if you don’t happen to it.
maggie
9:05pm monday, 16th january
have you read any carl jung about why he thinks people have delusions that are similar to others? It might be an interesting read for you. Good luck and hope you are well.
maggie