Normal Conversation

Life is blurred by the finality of all that we say. Not to be improved upon? Rubbish! Life is blurred because it is in the fuzzy space that we harbor contentment and things of that nature which require hand-shaking success stories. I lost 15 pounds reading this blog, does that mean it should be read or that it's highly dangerous for your health? How long did it take? Life is blurred in the space of observation. Heisenberg is not a genius as much as the world is a beautiful place. Someone told me that beauty lies in fitting form and function. Well, I think, that is more unconscious than it is conscious. One wonders at such unknowns, and yet knows to oneself that contentment must be applicable to circumstances, for if you take everything without judgment you lose out on the act of conclusiveness. This conclusiveness is the kind of thing that brings us to reality, and it is in this act that we see real revolution. Revolutionaries of the future are ones who would rather bring us closer to the truth than discover something new. That which is new has no foundation, that which is new is shiny. We are raccoons digging through the trash for shiny metal, when suddenly a human comes at us with a flashy flashlight and suddenly the brightness signals something completely different. Run, but don't run in a manner which might signal any sort of aggression, somehow this is quite easy to transpose.