Stream of Consciousness

I may be too afraid to step to that level but I do have a lot of balls. When compared to those around me, with few exceptions, no one would write a blog. Those who do gain so much respect. Something about the difference between what blogs do for you over time and what the blogs do implicitly. Blogs always grant someone greater expressive skills. It is under this roof of greater expression that the rest comes. It's always a matter of admitting one's inadequacy. There are a few options: piercing through the veil of reality or else your problems gain complexity parallel to your solutions. It is not a matter of choice. It is a matter of truth. It is a matter of idealism, because this idealism exists even in the impulse for truth: never is this search pure, it needs the push from the source of aspiration. Self-consciousness. Lacking something when you know denial is the wrong way. Deja Vu is an identification of the need to amplify the feelings associated with something to pin-point the reason, but no matter how much you turn up the volume you never touch the thing you set out searching for. If you did, which is absurd, would the feeling of Deja Vu cease to have meaning or would Deja Vu suddenly become something permanently within your consciousness? Would everything you see (even if it was a new experience) have that bitter taste of being familiar? A point in which the past informing the present and future backfires. The interesting part about this point is that it has the feeling of eternity compacted into now. Endless repetition loses its punch after the first photograph, or does it? Doubt splits the singular into double, or is the double simply the first act of differentiation? The latter, the longer developed thought, the more likely option, is paradoxical in its validity. The pin-point: eternal time is glimpsed as a photograph in the past, maintaining its purity but leaving its existence as that of the other. How is it that we can perceive something which is not us? The needs of evolution never become obsolete: the best progression happens on all levels at once. The fractal's branching function loses our interest due to the changing of its color, or essential being. When given the option, the more desirable is the latter, but if the former gets neglected in any way-shape-form you can be sure that you will find us in the underground non-exclusively. One seems to expand itself endlessly, the other deals in the realm of self-knowledge: in which the Baroque folding allows potentialities for a needle and thread. One seems to work for the other. One seems to act terribly inefficiently. What is so important to note is that the unknown lies everywhere at once, within and without.