Does a bird remember yesterday, I wonder, or is every moment new? Sometimes a bird brain might be a good thing! Etchings made by years gone by can weigh the psyche down.
If I learn to shapeshift the very first thing I will do is become a bird and fly free. Then I will let you know what the bird knows of yesterday. I am guessing nothing.
I might disagree with Paul, I don’t believe in yesterday. I think John said that too. I’m throwing away the old maps and clearing the table.
December 3, 2010 at 4:51 pm |
I just re-read one of Shonne Maria’s talks, about conceptual reality. It reminded me of Bucky–unlearn everything, think for yourself. Question everything. That’s what your blog reminds me of.