Sunday, September 09, 2007

Bop It

Bop it, twist it, spin it, flick it, pull it. A record somewhere in the 200s. Once you get into the zone your task becomes simple, for it is only a task. The mind adapts to the task, literally at hand. Once you break your record you're bound to come close to it next time. Provided it is legitimate, it will be broken. Now, the baseball home run record doesn't apply, because they are all illegitimate children of steroids. These actions are irreversible. If everyone jumped off a cliff, would you? Everything requires a whole lot more individuality than one can expect of the addressed child. I wouldn't want to be alone. Children are literal beings, a fact necessary in comprehending the difficulty of the use of this adage. But if we can't expect all adults to act a certain way, trying to change the children to act a certain way is not futile or useless but expecting a lot, which comes to my final conclusion, that the idea that we must grow and be responsible happens in spurts of expression is false. That real growth is slowly and internally harbored and waits for those moments of expression. It is in the invisibility of the form that makes us believe that creative spurts are the way it should be. This entry was slowly brought up over a long period of time, it is the flow which is spontaneous.

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