Comments on: In the museum called Reality

By: M. Angel

Tue, 02 Apr 2019 17:12:51 +0000

I’ve forgotten my Spanish, which I once spoke fluently, simply because I don’t have a need to use it here in northern Europe. But I know that If I go to Spain, and stay there long enough, it will all come back, and much quicker that if I were starting from scratch.

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By: M. Angel

Tue, 02 Apr 2019 17:08:44 +0000

Oh, you sound so discouraged. Somehow I can’t believe that the forgotten things can actually not exist, unless you’re talking about karma. My belief in reincarnation always comforts me. I once had a short amnesia after a fall. Everything came back within 24 hours, except the actual fall. I always figure, what I can’t remember, is not what I need. I believe that we must refrain from judging because some things remain a mystery.

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By: M. Angel

Tue, 02 Apr 2019 17:03:01 +0000

This is the most beautiful poem yet. This is how imagination works.

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By: Orion

Tue, 11 Feb 2014 20:23:47 +0000

It is a waking moment in the daily haze or induced sleep…. I bet as I did you where walking right along with him…. A tear formed in my eye…

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By: Ingolf Stern

Tue, 11 Feb 2014 17:36:19 +0000

you have a million dollars hidden away in a secret location only known to you.

it is free and clear, not stolen.

but the thing is – you have forgotten the location of the money or how to get it.

if you could only remember where it is, you’d be rich.

but you forgot.

NOW LEMME AXE YOU A QUESTION: are you rich?

HELL NO.

“forgotten” things DO NOT EXIST because you cannot access them.

you are this and that – but you forgot. bullshit.

i mean – true perhaps, but useless truth.

forgotten is gone. period. it is nonexistence. a forgotten thing might as well be a non thing for all the good it does you.

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By: paschn

Tue, 11 Feb 2014 17:26:27 +0000

As a teenager, I read Twain, Burroughs, etc. In the quiet and solitude of my room in the early morning hours, I was at the earth’s core, running through the tall grass, aware of the scents which completed the feeling of reality. I wish I could go there now, I don’t like this reality, it frightens me.
No amount of money in the bank or material possessions can remove that gnawing fear. It ruins everything to a greater or lesser degree. In a word, it sucks!

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