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Stripe Dress: The Limited | Statement Chain: J. Crew | Blush Pumps: Steve Madden | Purse: Michael Kors | Purse Scarf: Vintage Heirloom | Multi-Tone Watch: Michael Kors
There is a large sense of lethargy in my world. The simple task of taking a trail of thought, and the energy which one must consume in order to document such thoughts -- bring about an utter and total sense of loathing. Why not simply think it and be done with it?
The beauty of the mind recorder is that it enables the thinker to return to these thoughts and be able to expand on them. To journey further into the mind where these wisps of ideas first originated from. The same thinker who was once too lethargic to give a literary symbols to these thoughts, is inhibiting his ability to expand on them at a later time. This is partly why the art of philosophy seems to be slowly dying out.
My mind wanders to these moments at the most inconvenient times. The fleeting moments before sleep. The slow car rides on each monotonous morning. The small moments of silence nestled in my tiny corner of Corporate America. But how do you begin to make sense of a mind that is in constant and utter disarray. How does one reconcile their thoughts in this kind of life. One in which small moments are only available for brief moments during the hours of sunlight.
But to overcome the lethargic impulses at night is to recover the scattered pieces of the days forays into the mind. It is to overcome the boundary between you and everlasting thoughts. If one was to simply take the time to record these thoughts upon arrival, they would not be left to scatter with the remnants of sleep.
They would enable the thinker to create something that would live forever.
"We all die. The goal is not to live forever, it is to create something that will."
- Chuck Palahniuk
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Currently Listening To: Maroon 5 -- The Air That I Breathe
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