The Days Blur Togeather

This is a collection of my thoughts for the past month... I find it hard to follow in sections but interesting none the less..

The Days Blur Together

This story begins neither here nor there. Like existence the story itself lies in its most purest form from conception. Unaltered by idle hands who corrupt authors words to reflect important facts in personal history. For history itself marches onward, reflected by the masses to display a story consumed with a singular entity to sway common perception. But a strong perception viewing stories of old and wise enough to see through the corruption can rewrite history as it should be. But in order to rewrite this perfect history, we must be willing to let go.

Not a time or place on this world can accurately identify all the passages, weed out common corruption, or validate the richness of a cause for history's written past. If history can be toyed with, how can anyone know for certain that the facts are indeed true? How many demented minds corrupted these books? Altered history? For a meaningless cause?

Money......
 alas causes eventually fade away... much like the first cause, no one will remember how, or why the universe was formed. Only speculation will remain. Much like we speculate if life once existed on mars, the same causes that might have brought life previously, will also spawn balancing causes. Our world will eventually fade into the annals of lost causes, decades, centuries, eons will once again go marked then lost... marked then lost... marked then lost... a vicious cycle...

These lost passages devour our minds, hidden beneath the surface of an iceberg. For no on knows everything, and not everything is true. What exactly a tale tells is different perspectives, and our overall goal is to find and write our perspective... Not be force fed it... These passages, however mis-guided they leave us, are needed in order to learn a most valuable lesson in life... A lesson that many individuals fail to figure out.. To always follow your dreams..

These giblets of our lives, these dreams display the world inside the world inside a world. A portal if you will, and traveling between these worlds, sections of your brain might hold one the most valuable keys to life.

But how can we follow these sections in our brain, these unused atoms that spark meaningful/meaningless ideas? It's quite simple if you could remember them. Many people think a dream is initially meaningful. Yet the average person might recall only one dream out of 8. The one dream exists for a split second unless it is somehow remembered. Written down!!

From here a funny thing occurs. Much like a imploding star these dreams are now real and the more your around people who dream the more your life will change. But the more you dream, the more lives you'll change. Atoms implode forcing ideas out into the world. Ideas that would have never been if we were not able to foresee another world.

No one knows where these dreams take us. but in life we follow them to whatever end.

Once you hit the end, down do you know its over? Does a giant wall magically appear? That says the end? It may sound preposterous but how do we know when we sleep that we are still the same person on the other side? Or lost a part of us along the way?

Are all the atoms you fell asleep with still there? Of course not, but somehow the atoms change slowly modify are brainwave functions to modify our thought process as we age. It helps us cope with our own mortality, and also displays how our atoms of other individuals come together To form coherent ideas (not always true) that are widely agreed upon.

Rapid changes in though or a renascence period occurs when individuals dream and correct the older ways. However once we get engrained in society's wrong doing; the only thing left is chaos. Governments fail because we became so dependent on a figment of our imagination.

But so in the end what is life? But just a binding of thoughts blurred together in an ever changing world, forced together roughly by individuals in power to sway common perception. To gain more power to control their power and ensure they stay in power. These thoughts, these dreams, often crush other dreams.. dreams of individuals with no power...