








"I see a rock lodged inbetween the grooves of a trucks tire, and i think...hey that's me getting run over and over again, i wish someone would get a stick and gouge me out of this reality so i can exist in one i can believe in."
From my poem "The Crying Alleys." [A poem about belonging]



This morning an epiphany fell upon me. It might be a fenced epiphany because of to whom it applies to. Knowledge is great but it will end, the knowledge that you currently know of, ends because it is all that which will be massed on one point of whatever it'll be. To know is the beginning of knowledge. Knowing is ever flowing. This is what i know and have known, but knowing is the beginning also, applying is the forging of knowledge. People know a lot of things, but without applying it to your daily life, it's not worth knowing. You give space to nothingness. I've spoken about this before in the post, "Apply Within" but this is not what this post is about. It's about the old man...
The old man whose name is known as SOCIETY. This epiphany came so quick, i had to force vomit the thoughtback up so i could swallow it with understanding. I've spoken many times before, even in my essays about society being an old man whom the world is strapped onto, he's also at the same time the man that doesn't come out of his home, he's set in his ways, so forth the rules of society be written, we conform to his laws. Rather than being an outcast that lives off the grid, we dare not step out of the ordinary. I thought about how i would do things after seeing I Am Legend. I would liberate peoples minds to what the possibilities could reveal, and there forth bring a new sense of astonishment of reality and being.
Happy New Year, Space Snowman...