He didn't really care what he put
others through. Time heals all wounds, and unfortunately sometimes
the best way to get your point across is to break the illusion of
normality.
Everyone is connecting, everything is
connecting, but we're also conditioned. Some people have a very low
motivation for exceeding expectations.
Even from his chair in the middle of
nowhere he could imagine what other people would be saying right now.
And not just the people he knew, but the ones he saw on TV.
He, being an actor and writer, knew
that we become the roles we play – at least to some degree. The
difference between living a life like that and playing one on the
screen were only a few takes and adlibs away.
Normal people bored him. Doting upon
each wrinkle and crack and layer of dust like it was the end of
everything. They had no sense of scale. If anything significant did
happen they'd probably faint away.
When you work on a team, that team
bonds. Whether in jest or strife, bonds are formed. The formalities
of the everyday were pointless – rules and regulations more akin
the the Pharisees than what ought to be done.
Knock down the walls separating people.
Don't assume that you can learn about someone by osmosis. Don't
assume knowing someone is going to automatically lead to a critical
situation.
People seem to like their space. I
would wish that more people would invade mine. I have nothing to
hide. Anything unseemly was done out of weakness and needing a
release from monotony.
If something offends you, then that is
your problem. I'll apologize only in as far is that I did not mean to
offend. Just because I don't fit your tiny preconceived notions
doesn't mean that I am in the wrong.
They still treat science as if it's was
reaching for the same thing. That perspective is wholy incompetent.
For they did not mince words when they started, why should I?
My candle burns at both ends. Day and
night. Science and Faith. Yet they feel that the future is too
beautiful to behold. Waiting instead for each footstep to be trodden
by another first, looping around to make sure that even the most
forgetful are in step.
I would rather unburden myself from
such steadfastness. To run ahead and light the signal fires. To lay
down track and be integral to the transformation.
Do not all visions need a visionary? Do
not all dreams need a dreamer?
Why must they ignore such for but again
reaching to the repeated letters? Reflect a new fractal of
understanding and massage it. Make room for the one who is left
behind gate and door and spotlight.
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