Pondering...
As I sit here I ponder the aspects of boredom and loneliness. What are they? What do those words mean or even imply? Would not one have to cease being to create the nothing of those two words?
At times thoughts race through my cranium so fast and elegantly that the words escape paper, but visions are drawn. Is it only a fool who can find entertainment with self either through exploration of self or by inquiring into all that can be inquired into and thus creating a busy mind?
Within me lies three: me, myself, and I. Therefore through conversation, accolades, and condemnation, along with a bit of frolic, the three make me who is alone, but fulfilled with self. Needless to say companionship is something I desire, but I do not view it as a necessity for fulfillment.
Sometimes others talk to me and yet I do not hear a word they say as I am off thinking about something else. "Did you say something?" Had they been talking all along? Then there are times when one speaks and all other noise ceases and the words of the speaker become animated, colored, and surreal as the words form images via language. Perhaps some speak like Warhol and other like Raphael.
Depac speaks of history and revolution. Paul speaks of art, psychology, and love. Reggie speaks of music and life. Marie speaks of loves and lies. Charlie questions. Ozzy says hi and shares objects found in strange places. Peter Pappy speaks of all things crazy. Craig is a flirt. George has gone the way of the dinosaur (good riddance). Randy never had anything to say save for once. Mimi is brought by way of Michael. Marge is not forgotten. Chris is sweet. Jason must be back in Queens (I do wonder if they found who killed his cousin.). Nicholas did not commit murder. Anne, yes Anne be thee well! Chriist (no typo) is covered in crystals and gives crystal and silver in trade. Nathan is Nathan and we are friends. All is as it should be. All is rainbow.
Each person is a color on a pallet. Their words and ways depict images and the images create memories. Thus how can lonely occur when one can conjure them up and interact with them as though in the flesh? Imagination has a great deal to do with it, however, a memory is not an imagined event. It is an event that has occurred in the past that can be brought into the present. By using one's imagination it is possible to create the future in the present. How? If you can see the color in your mind's eye and play out a scenario, the next interaction with color will draw out the image into the present which was the future in the past.
As I was writing this, Nick stopped in and explained how society sucks. Alas, I stated to him that he is part of society. In his upset he explained how family members do not call and say "Hi. Are you okay Nick?" I questioned him as to whether he needed to hear from them. I questioned if he was okay with self in the alone. He pondered what I said for a moment and agreed. I spoke to him of passing colors only meant for a moment in time–a time that will leave its trace upon us for some future endeavor. He left with positive energy and excused himself for interrupting my script. Heck, he added color to it. He reminds me so much of Brooklyn!
Another interruption spoke of red doors being painted green. Where I am at, all must be described in order to find someone or something. He worked for Sears and used to make deliveries here. Upon one such delivery he was looking for the house near the cemetery with the red door. As he came into proximity, a man was in the process of painting the door GREEN! This conversation came about when he asked if I knew so and so. Although I know the person whom he referred to, I could not describe how to get to his place as I myself only have the mental cues and have not been there as yet. I would hate to send the poor man on a wild goose chase. So much for color!
So much for writing. Alas, I will call it a day. Although I do have writing from two days ago yet to be typed. Those thoughts play on authors and literature. There is never a dull moment! ~ Maggie ~ Penned before 4:00 p.m. EST on August 17, 2008
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