Self-induced schizophrenia is a rite that all celebrants traverse. Juggling identities seems as natural as walking through midnight to arrive at sunshine. We make masks, find ways to reconfigure, disfigure who we are, what we are, how we are. Truth is, there's only one canvas to imagine upon, it's the dash between the birth and death dates etched on our tombstones.
Linear existence suggests that we live in the in-between. We have but one dimension to devote ourselves, so we find ways to layer it. We are
obligated to do so. We must search for ways to be bigger than our dash.
Erupting in a series of contextual climaxes, we end up cinematically
informed. The cinema itself is a comment on mythology. This structure and form gets applied to our dashes. Sure there's entertainment too but how much of what we consider culture is obligated to entertain? Sometimes it's easy to confuse culture with entertainment.
We can claim to maintain some groundbreaking edge but we are still
imprisoned by form, structure and foundation. The term "form" implies limits -- trust the limits. Repetition is the basis of all creative development. Awareness translates into expectation. Try to turn your expectations into creative application. Once you've learned something and variation occurs, the only thing to remember is what changed.
We divide our personal time, mark our individual histories, not with wars but with forms and sources of entertainment. If you don't ask for what you want you get what's supplied. Vicarious adventures and fortunes make for subdued existence. There are no charge-backs in reality. It's always a forward march. Everything advances.
The June and July of your dreams can happen -- if you will it. Manage your expectations. Time is our angle with life's linear existence. Wastefully we sit this December and watch the world go by ... past you and me ... while we smile and don't care about the thoughts, the themes compiling, and wave the world away past next Tuesday.
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