Writing Under the Influence
We are nothing but ideas … ideas that our parents came up with sometime ago. They shaped us to be as close to what they thought of originally as possible . We are ideas that can think on their own. We can evolve into new ideas (sometimes better, but most of the time worse).
However, We need a context/discourse to be understood, and (more importantly) to have a meaning. This context is our prison … it limits how we understand ourselves and how we define our insignificant existence.
There are few “ideas” out there that do not need a context to exist. Ideas that cannot be understood, and mean absolutely nothing. They are significant just because they exist. They are significant just because you cannot understand them. This might be what I am evolving into.
