Crazy (part 3)

What was that? Did you see that? Go check it out, maybe you'll learn something. Incessant curiosity is a good thing. Sure, one cat got killed. But they never tell you about the cat who found a really cool hiding spot, or the cat who found a back alley where they throw out half-eaten fish. Or the cat who wandered around the city, but didn't find anything interesting, so he went home and ate some food out of his bowl and found a warm lap to sleep on and everything was OK. So keep looking, keep learning. You might find a dead fish carcass. Mmm...mmm.

Beauty is a perspective, not a fact. That's a fact. From my perspective anyway. I think that if I could see the universe from a far enough distance, I would think that it was beautiful. Give me a long enough lever and a place to stand, I would throw away the lever and take a picture. Fuck poetry and fuck Archimedes.

Insane Statement Here. Computers aren't funny.

I know what I'm writing is crazy, and I don't care. Well.....that's a lie. I do care. I care more about this than I do about most other things. I guess what I don't care about is everyone else's reaction when they read it. I don't care anymore if they think I'm crazy, I didn't write it for them. I wrote it for me, and I wrote it for you. And by 'you,' I don't mean you if you're one of them. Fuck off.

I've changed my mind, infinity isn't bean-shaped. The beans are infinity-shaped.

It takes a long time to get anywhere when you can't walk in a straight line. If you want to do it right, you have to walk in expanding circles, like a spiral. The people walking past in straight lines avert their eyes, and the people sitting on the park benches laugh, but they never really got to their destination. They looked at the Big Problem, gave up without a fight, and went back to their lives. Cowards...at least I'm trying. I might have even succeeded. You can change your mind, but you can't change your soul. And the soul knows when it's missing something, even if your mind convinced you that you don't need it. Even if your mind convinced you that it doesn't exist. The soul is stronger than the mind.

Don't believe the hype. The hype is always bullshit. There is a difference between bullshit and lying, but that doesn't make it write right. It writes wrong, no matter who holds the pen. Take what you need, give what you can, and for fuck's sake, relax! It's not important. Can anything ever be?

Poodles are ugly dogs. I will not apologize to the poodles, it needed to be said. I would never say that to a poodle's face though. The poodle would probably get really offended and never talk to me again. Sure, the poodle would say that everything is cool and that we were still friends, but then the poodle would stop e-mailing me and every time I called the poodle's cell phone it would go straight to voicemail. Poodle's are passive-aggressive like that, but I'm not so sure that it needed to be said. Maybe it was already assumed, or maybe it's just a lot of fun to type poodle in every sentence for an entire paragraph.

Sigh...have I broken the 4th wall again? Who is writing all this crazy shit? But more important to the walls, who is reading it?

Not to imply that all insane people are great artists, but all great artists are insane. They have to be crazy, because to create art is to abandon the rational. Originality is inherently illogical. A computer cannot recognize beauty. It cannot create. It cannot act; only react. The logical mind is a calculator. It does not, cannot, comprehend infinity. The mind stops counting when the memory is full, but this is not infinity. Not even close.

The mind cannot help us beyond it's limits...

We are alone in our struggle....

Only madness can save us now...