Oct 21 2008
Sense Of Touch
Voices like operatic angels screeching. Can you hear them yell your name, or are you just drowning in your ocean of death, your sea of sorrows?
Picture a clear lake, the sun sparkling off the surface. In the center fish jump out once in a while. You can see for miles. There is no sinister fog curling in the distance. There is only water, the lake stretching out in front of you for all eternity. And time doesn’t exist. You sit there for days. Maybe years. And you smile to yourself, because everything becomes one and individuality, it’s a scam perpetuated by the media, by the corruption of society. And society is just another adversary on your hierarchy of needs, just like hunger and death.
Picture the air, whistling against your face. It’s cold, but it wakes you up inside and you feel the torment of the lost souls. You dip your hand in the water and it rises up to meet you like a tidal wave. The water envelopes you, becomes you.
And you lose your sense of touch.
And so you’re flailing, floundering, screaming in the water. Can you hear their yells to you from across the void, across the dark expanse? They’re reaching out to you with ghostly arms, but to touch them would mean pain, that insufferable feeling in your chest. You’re not crying anymore.
And you lose your sense of touch.
- Supreme Court Decisions–Out of Touch with Reality, America
- Sense of Entitlement Growing
- A False Sense of Security
- When you do nothing, you feel overwhelmed and powerless. But when you get involved, you feel the sense of hope and accomplishment that comes from knowing you are working to make things better.
- Raiding Provides a False, Deceptive Sense of Real Accomplishment
