April 2005 Archives

I reached over to feel my pulse. I hadn't realized what I was doing at the time, I was living. What a thought to be reminded of this. In truth, just as we can hear our own voice from inside us, we can hear our own heart beating. It is just that our consciousness has learned to no longer listen. Just as our eyes have learned to no longer see the bridge of our nose -- but it's there.

Album: Audible Furniture
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In the distant future, truth (as in fact, non-fiction) is able to be, and is only, evaluated at its actual occurence. That a moment is a granule of our operating experience, which encapsulates time and space (or place). 

What is a fact but truth devoid of meaning? A fact, just as much as a lie, can be used to create the wrong meaning.