Lost Words, Cornered Souls...

Type type type --- and then backspace all over again.

I think I've lost count of how many times I may have tried to have my next post up. I've been in the process for over two weeks now, that's for sure.

I sometimes wonder about my letters, emails, and posts that got lost... Or, rather, I just didn't click 'send' or 'post'.
"I wonder where these dreams go, when the world gets in your way. What's the point of all this screaming, no one's listening anyway" Acoustic # 3 - Goo Goo Dolls

All those words that never got through. Where do they go? It's like the mountain climber who started the journey but never got to the top of the mountain. The business-man who took a flight to Perth, but forgot what his mission was half-way down his business-trip. The pizza that left the pizza-shop, but never managed to get delivered because the driver got kidnapped...

Sigh!
I guess, we're just used to having a sense of purpose. We need our four walls, it provides us with more... 'structure'

Reminds me of the time we all played 'corners'. We'd have four players take up a different corner, while the dener would try and get hold of a vancant corner as the 4 players switched places.
When I think about it, it's almost like a bunch of people teasing a madman. Most people go mad simply because they have no sense of 'structure' -- they don't have any corners to rest in. And, since we've been raised as structure-dependants, we need our corners... We need our walls.

Which is why, I guess, humans are incapable of living peaceful war-less lives. The boundaries we have, are our own. By the end of it, we're just like any other dog peeing on a tree to mark his territoty. Instead of piss, we rely on blood.

Tyler Durden once said, "we're the middle children of history man. No purpose or place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual one, our great depression is our lives."

Humans are the only purpose-starving creatures though. Life, in general, seems to be a purposeless one. Lions are chasing Gazelles, silver-backs are leading their team of Gorillas, Magpies are pouncing on passer-bys to protect their well-hidden eggs... It's almost as if, each creature is born with a job description.
"What are you, a spider? Yeah, just spend a couple of hours making a web, and then stay still for the next 27 days. Take a three day off, then do the same routine the next month!"

And, you can never argue back, because, afterall, "they're only doing their jobs."

If you consider the essence of our reality -- we live in a city, in a country, in a continent, on this world, which is part of the solar-system, which is part of the universe...
Space...

What's next? All our boxes have disappeared. No more containers, no more walls.
Just... Space... Miles and miles of emptiness...

And we've been framing pictures, adding colour, and hiring interior designers to decorate our walls... Like fancy security guards in the Sahara...

Like most days, I'll end this one with Lao Tzu --

"We shape clay into a pot. But, it is the emptiness inside that holds what we want"
-- Lao Tzu