rather than being "stuck" - as i perceive others to be, somewhat often, mostly during their extended representation of their own ideas by relativising the ideas (in minute detail) of others who've gained acclaim - in specific knowledge of others' thoughts and development and progress through thoughts regarding the ideas that consume me, i'm stuck with the pieces of the raw that burn up in the atmosphere of my all-perceiving consciousness. i'm not in the dark with flecks of light bombarding me; i'm stuck in the light, with tiny interpretations of the ramifications of the Whole that engulfs me, that my singular consciousness represents.

maybe that'll make sense to me when i reread it.

i've got to wedge my self so tightly into this limited state - because, if i don't, i may just be as free as i am. and that's way too free for me to accept. Me's overload. hence the difficulties, i guess. i just whistled (birdlike) in response to a birdlike whistle i heard (which may have actually been a bird), because i thought it may have been a cool person who saw me out here, hittin' my one-hitter, looking to exchange. yeah; i'd believe that, and every other possibility that might be interpreted - at any point - from this stream of stimuli that should somehow be discerned by the moment that is me; i'm just so transparent (am i? is that just something i tell myself? is this question the minion of the inverse of that, a source of disharmony one generation more mature and farther from the truth [but no less effective]?) ...... that was so convoluted - imagine thinking through it! and i hit these things like quicksand traps - never stopping, really, but ceasing progressing, somehow.