What I’d really like to do is open this place up to creative thought. You know. To move away from the whole thread of reality that has spread like a bad haircut over the face of blogdom, now that would be nice.
Make that choice for yourself, of course. I’m just lacking in scope since recombining the fractured efforts of an attempted commentary of my literal life. I think I need to sway. Drift, as it were.
Thus, this feed becomes the garden: in that literal space, a place to cultivate ideas and random norms of ficticious environs. A play on words envelops the world, and I stretch into the original purpose of my digitalis: scope the memes and creative pathways stretching untapped from this source, and draw them into a universal dictum.
In a vague sense I’m thinking of relationships: whose and whatsits. The foundation of any thoughtspace is a gap into the fragments of menial and structured relationships between ideas and people and things. It is a gripping thought, bringing something to nothing, connection to individual droplets of disinterest.
I was reflecting on a modestly old book about dragons. Something Pern-related actually. I was thinking about the mentorships and relationships between the universe and beings and between beings and other beings. It is deeply profound, really, that idea of symbiosis. And it resembled the embryonic shards of some idea I have been trying to convey.
Perhaps I will have more thoughts later.