Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I have noticed that the people I am closest to seem to share a habit of mine, we like to escape. Escape isn't the right word because we are never fleeing from anything, but more so building alternate places to wander. We create worlds of our own, worlds within our worlds, each opening up into another like the undressing of a babushka doll. When you have mastered the art of escapism it is as though your mind begins to unfold like the creased edges of a hypercube and you come to realise the infinite nature of thought. Thought, a simple thing that is always there and yet never exploited to its full mental potential. The human mind is a frighteningly powerful weapon.We are given a riffle of imagination, don't waste it shooting blanks.

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