Sunday, September 05, 2004
The last summer wind blew by and I paced down life's road nervously. The future was right around the corner and I came closer, closer, closer to it - time ran past me and the future was gone.
There always was a sense in anxiety in me, I suppose; and everyone else in the world. When it became too overbearing, I took it upon myself to sit down and immerse my mind in Abstract Time. It was a place where I could indulge in the luxuries of contemplation without the inconveniences of Normal Time and Space.
Abstract Time was a place where one could think of Normal Time issues freely, detached from the extraordinarily strong but completely unnecessary emotions tied in with them. There, one could see their troubles from another point of view: the third.
The third has always been the viewpoint things were least seen from. The second was rarely seen as well, as those in the first person saw only their own perspective of the second and not the actual second in itself. One in the first only believed that he saw the second side of things, but all he was seeing was his own interpretation.
But, there are times now where I cannot stay adrift in Abstract Time. The heavy weight of Normal Space pulls me down into the depths and my heart sinks the lowest. But what is an Abstractor such as I supposed to do?
In the mind of your mind
In Abstract Time
Your thoughts were yours
And mine were mine.
But the eye of your mind
In Normal Time
Was too confined
To share with mine.
