Note to Self. March 7.2017
March 7th, 2017
Some how seeing is not believing. I am thinking that I am seeing but what I am seeing I am not believing. Illusion is real and real is illusion.
I was thinking about dreaming and the difference between the dream state and the awake state. Dreaming and being awake are hard to balance in these times that we now are living. If there was a war that we could see up close it would be a kind of marker —before the war and after the war—but the war that we are now fighting is one that is perpetual and never ending. We have been at war so long that it is hard to remember when we were not at war. ….there was the 2003 date when we invaded Iraq…..now 14 years have passed…..without an end…..in the meantime so much blood shed….all these words seem so trite.
What happened is hard to know for certain—to think we sit here in America and try to imagine what it is like in Iraq or Syria ??
I write this to make a note to self—of time and how it passes and that I am witness to these things.
It is even hard to know what is happening next door here or in the next town —isolation is key to control—people protest and shout—but the horse is out of the barn—we still seek to lock the door.
Now we are in the hands of a new regime and wonder how did this happen to America.
It happens and our lives change in an instant.
Yes it is real and some prefer to sleep or get some pain killers to make things a bit more pleasing.
What am I thinking now? Hard to put all of these thoughts together when the stone and the pitcher argue—all I know is that it is not good for the pitcher when the stone is thrown.