Without truth, there is no meaning. Without meaning, what is the point of existence? There are those who prefer to inhabit their own realities, creating at will characters, plots, situations in an attempt to escape from the pressing normality of life. Nevertheless, even these people have a truth. A self made truth, certainly, but a truth none the less. To take the philosophy of Decartes, any reality we inhabit, self-made or not, is truth. Personal truth. Therefore, we should never discount those who seem to be in the world, but not of the world. Imagination is wonderfully powerful.
I did it.I finally took my fiddle upon the roof.After 2 years of strenuous practice and forgoing a social life, I finally managed to achieve a relatively reasonable standard. The first time I tried, the elements forced themselves upon my intentions, rendering them impossible. Nevertheless, after seven more days of waiting, my moment arrived. I climbed onto the roof of my own house, set up my stand, pegged down my music and just simplyPlayed.I have no idea if anyone was watching. Quite frankly, I don't care. I have finally done something interesting. I achieved a dream.
And there you stood, with embracing smile,said 'Come, to rest with me a while.'Yet, I, the ever gentleman replied 'No.' But took you by the handAnd took you to that secret room filled with love and fear, hope and gloom.Showed you the jumbled wires, the knots of lifecut cleanly through by the love like knife 'It was dark in here.' I simply remarked'Black walls, black floors, depressingly stark.''But now cream candles line the walls,illuminating the colours all.'Your eyes drank in the changes wroughtcompelled to see my bundled thoughtsYou whispered, 'Did I do that what we see?'said I, 'Of course, my one, my me.'
I have an overwhelming compulsion to tell the truth.It sounds quite nice, quite honorable and worthy. When you really think about it, its an unconventional curse. For example, a conversation with my late girlfriend.'So, how do I look?''...Please, please don't make me answer.''Seriously,' giggle 'what do I look like?''Mutton not quite managing to look like a lamb. Your over-relience on make-up and jewelry, coupled with unflattering colthes creates the image of someone who wants to try hard, but can't be bothered.''...''I told you not to ask.'
'There are an infinate number of possibilities, right, so, to take a simple example, you're having breakfast. You have two cereal, frosties and coco-pops.''I hate coco-pops.''Shut up. So, as you walk down the stairs, there's the reality where you eat frosties, and the reality where you eat coco-pops existing at the same time.''But I would never eat coco-pops.''Shut up. Yeh, so, when you pick one type of cereal to eat, the other reality where you eat the other cereal ceases to exist.''...why coco-pops?'Never explain parallel universes to small children.