6th February

Blind Lines Curving all the time.

I’m suddenly very distant from everything. You see it suddenly seems to me that all these philosophies about exploring the inner soul seem pointless, useless. At the end of the day you’re just thinking about stuff. Thinking and not doing. I feel like I have been doing too much thinking and not enough doing. Also I have been neglecting this, my tourniquet, the written (or printed page).

I’m not stating here that I believe forms of reflective self expression, art, and mysticisms are crap, or even redundant. It’s just I’m not in the mood for all these people who are digging into it, just because it’s cool, or an easy ride. You know who you are.

The thoughts and feelings that come from inside you are yours and for you alone. You won’t be able to put them into words others can understand without good experience in language, art, poetry, writing, psychology and philosophy. And if you have time to study those at length, then my god what a lot of time you have.

Besides stating the bleeding obvious, this is more of a warning to those that wish to follow the path of becoming incomprehensible to others. The words will not fit your meaning when the meaning cannot fit into words. Even if you can make it fit. What you will find is that it’s already been said, far too many times before.