September 20, 2011
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Early Autumn, Falling Thought
Life: for something so fleeting it sure does have persistence, don’t it?
I wonder if the universe remembers us after we’re gone; if the Cosmos isn’t one giant nostalgia factory.
Dreams and memories. Nothing else hits our soft spot so well. Certainly never the present.
Sometimes I wonder why
but. by then I’ve spiraled into the next moment.
Comments (26)
This is nice. Imagine if the dreams and memories were floating around space in bubble like things and in the after life you can enter them, and live another’s past moment or experience another’s dream.
it’s fleeting, yet it stays, phil. more than we know.
Memory is the assassin. That was my first thought. There’s a lot here to contemplate. The further I go into this, the less interested I am in “why” anything – precisely because it leads backward along that spiral path.
I like this.
@dirtbubble - i’m definitely with you on the why business. yet if one can maintain balance, i don’t know that any of these things is really to be avoided. certainly i feel as if i’m living most fully when i’m living in the present. but if at times that present includes intensely rendered aspects of the past… well, you gotta pay the season its due.
Those aren’t moments, man. You’re spiraling out of controlllllll all the way into another universe. It’s a spiral of spirals. Look out!
@anaraug - I AM A TIME MACHINE
twirling…always twirling.
I don’t think I’m memorable so no we won’t be remembered
@complicatedlight - Yes, yes you are.
@Jewelbeetle - that’s a pretty thought
@godfatherofgreenbay - everyone is remembered by someone for something no matter how seemingly insignificant. think George Bailey.
@Jewelbeetle - i agree. what karisable said.
You pull out your pistol, and pound the switch to open the door.
Oddly, this is familiar to you, as if it were from an old dream, but you can’t exactly remember…
–Yao Wentiao
Things seem to always look better in the past or future. Maybe it’s chasing the unknown that interests us most. Chasing dreams that excites us the most. Chasing something we can never catch. But it’s fun to make stuff too, with the things you do catch in you firefly net
Yes, the Cosmos in indeed a giant nostalgia factory, so, after you are gone, the Cosmos will stick photos of you and smile like a little bitch; all that happiness that you two tasted, all the pies you’ve baked, in fact, the Cosmos will bake pies forever, just because of you.
no need to be remembered by anyone. I live my life. My own life. But I do hope have someone let me miss
@MichellelyNg - wait. who are you?
@complicatedlight - a stranger, a dust. A “bearable” lightness of being
If that isn’t profound enough for you, think of all of the yous living life in alternate dimensions and realities. You may be remembered, but which you will it be?
@girlForgetful - obviously the super sexy one. duh.
That was quite a lovely bit of whatever, Phil.
I’m glad I’m back here. I’ve missed it.
thank you, g.. yeah, it’s not quite poetry, not exactly prose. not old school, yet fails the test for modernism. not much of anything, really, other than out there. by which i mean here. i’m happy to see you again. all the best in your first year of matrimony. knock off a few edges for me
I think If I could live in some dreams I would stay there forever but other dreams just feel like they suck your life away.
Good ponderings, Phil
This is an enjoyable thought.
The universe is an antique store that an Alzheimer patient wanders lost in.
Great image.