Scrawl on the Wall 005

It's not that I don't like the usual, boring, everyday stuff that people seem to care about.

People get a lot of joy from compliments, moist chocolate chip cookies, and coitus.

Those aren't bad things at all.

I just think that somehow, there has to be something greater, something bigger.

Look, let's say that the whole universe was this crystal cube, you could see right through it, take things in and out, and you could hold anything in there - black holes, white hot supernovas, forgotten dreams, exotic fantasies, and no matter how much of everything you put into this magical crystal cube, it always had more room. As long as you could imagine something, it would fit in there, and you could reach out and grab it at any time.

But, most people just put their car keys in there, maybe a few old photos, and a little yellow sticky note to remind them to buy eggs and wash the car.

There's a hell of a lot of unexploited wonder in the universe.

And all I wanted to do was see the invisible, taste the inevitable, and sing the notes of eternity

Of course,

That's crazy talk.