Why do we suppose we float this life so blissfully, so unaware of what really takes place in our surroundings and in the very dimentions of our own fears and hate? I tend to think that everyone has a moment here and there where you begin to realise this aspect. You will stop, you will think about what has just washed over your mind for a breif fraction and then...On you go to the normalities that you have been conditioned to proceed on with.
But is it really a shame that we lack the knowledge? Or is it more of a shame that we lack the will to seek it? Lately i have been pondering on this subject so heavily that everything seems so...I am at a loss for words.
Deep Thoughts Now Escavated Playlist:
La Quiete "s/t" Ep
Maladie "s/t" Ep
Indian Summer "Hidden Arithmetic" Lp
Off Minor "Innominate"Lp
Pelican "Pink Mammoth" Lp
The Get Up Kids "Something To Write Home About" Lp
Stereolab "s/t" Lp
Denali "The Instinct" Lp
Cursive "The Ugly Organ" Lp
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