― Robert Kirkman, The Walking Dead, Vol. 09: Here We Remain
I like exploring new ideas and possibilities. I think there is a lot more to reality than we currently know, and I admire people who are always pushing the boundaries of our perception.
I hate Lucky Charms. I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to make a cereal half so-awesome-it-will-give-you-diabetes and half shitty, so that first thing in the morning you have to spend the entire time eating your cereal maintaining this cosmic balancing act just to enjoy it. I just woke up for fuck's sake.
Now that we have dealt with the silliness, I'd like to state that I find myself to be a creature of seemingly unreconciled dualistic nature. On the one hand, there is a way of life that I recognize to be healthy, even, calm, peaceful; a way of life that abandons egotism and fantasy and makes peace with reality as it is.
But on quite another side, there is a burning fire within me that doesn't want to let it be. This side remembers a time when we were young, and the world was an unknown mystery of infinite possibility; a time when we could feel where we came from and know that there was magic and vitality and love out there waiting to dance with us. As we get older this feeling fades from us, because we face the world and often are met with a discord between how things happen and what we believe. Love doesn't always work out, dreams haven't always come true, our ideas of God don't always match what we learn about reality and often it calls everything in to question. Some people lose the ability to feel or connect with that vitality of our youth, and sometimes I have as well, and I have felt a burning, raging denial of a world without that spirit dwelling within me. This is the side of me that doesn't wish to let it be. This is the side of me that will not go gentle into that good night, but would rather rage against the dying of the light. When we give up on the things that bring vitality to our life, we become as walking dead. So I must believe, desperately so, with a rage and vigor that will shake off the blanketing warmth and sleepiness that seeks to drag us under into complacency and acceptance of a world without all the things that we believed in as children.
Without and within, perhaps just on the other side of a veil of delusion so close to our faces we can't see it, there is a miraculous world, a well and Source from which springs all our hopes and dreams. And within it all the spirits of love and beauty and passion await our touch to form a bridge from that unmanifested world into this one.
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