This is my Soul. My 'I' in this world, my soul called up to the surface. You do not know me, except through this little link and there is no way you could judge me much by the punctuation or the word usage. I can only be truly free on a virtual location, a false plane. Irony. There was no irony in Heaven.
And all I can think of are the many things that have made me who I am, and of Grasshopper and The Unbearable Lightness of Being and the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. That is who I am.My thoughts, my soul called up to the deck.
Maybe someday I'll find my Wim, my Silver. Maybe someday I'll find my Sabina, my Ford Prefect. Someday. Hope. The essence of Heaven in man.
There is no passion, to be or to do anything more than just 'BE' right now; to listen to this random song and write these absolutely random and uninspiring thoughts.
The ingenuity of an absolute fool. :)
Where everything is a derivative of something else and nothing is essentially true to its form or perspective, and is subjective in essence to another perception, memory or such.
