Could it be that the world as we know it is an illusion of sorts; a concensual perception the result of a billion or so minds instantaneously perceiving it, each other and themselves. Is the collective name for this God? Do the strongest and most adamant minds stretch the collective perception in their direction? Does the whole align, adjust and morph according to the tirany of individual perceptive will?
It simply doesn't bear thinking about.
After I leave the boat each morning I walk through a little park between Embankment and Villiars St. It's a park always full of people, each mourning the end of a relationship.
Monday 17 September 2007
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