Imagination
Here I am on nearly 30 hours of no sleep, punch drunk and I've been thinking.
I've always been one to adore imagination. I've written stories all my life, but I seriously wonder what life is like for others. What goes through thier minds. Like what goes through the mind of a little person? Everything's gigantic. We could only dream of giants, but they live around them every day. I've wanted to pit a little person aginst a basketball player. We could paint him blue, and call him Ymir, the frost giant, then give the little person a suit of viking armor and a sword/shield combo. Things would get interesting very quickly.
I've always tried to think how color blind people live. Imagine the world we live in now, so much color, so much talk about how vibrant and real to life television should be. (Go HD TV!) Wouldn't life be so much simpler in black and white? No worries about what color goes with what when you're dressing. None of the "Does this tie go with these pants?!" in the morning. No sir! Black with white... hmm, seems like a good idea to me.
What goes through the minds of animals? I have a dog, and I've heard of people owning dogs in places like New York. Could you imagine what these animals think when you have the guy who has you on a leash walks behind you to pick up your crap right after you drop it? Who's the master here again? You feed it, You clean up after it, you console it, help it when it's sick. Free room, free board, free toys, free entertainment... christ, they own us!
What goes through the mind of aliens watching that? When they come down, and happen to land in new york, don't be suprised when they walk up to our pets when they're looking for our leader. I'm sure this will provide for some interesting conversation one day.
That's enough for me...
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Weird that you bring this up. This was the exact thing we were talking about in my Romantic poetry class today. Basically, Keats says that the poet is a cameleon. He becomes whoever he's writing about, there is no real identity of a poet. You are like John Keats! (Let's just hope you don't die at 26 like he did.) |
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agreed, so many weird things happen on this planet. Bull runs (let's run from animals that will kill a small percentage of us, just so we can feel manly!), boxing (Let's beat the crap out of eachother for sport!), acting (Let's be fake, shall we?), drinking/smoking/drugs (Let's kill ourselves for a feeling we shouldn't have, but feels weird).
I wonder if any alien civilization is as fucked up as we are.
and as for dieing at 26, dear god, I don't want to know. Seriously |
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It's funny because we are so weird, but as soon as you start taking these 'strange' things away from us we freak out! Like we're lost.
I just have to laugh at you're idea of the little people :o) too funny!
And (before anyone else gets to you, because I'm sure he will) I thought the same thing about color blindness. It's not that they don't see color (well I'm sure some don't) they just see some colors differently, believe me after a year of being with someone that is it still confuses me sometimes. I guess I just think too much! |
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Dude being color blind doesn't mean you can't see color, I see everything just fine but not the way you see it. I may have difficulty in pointing out colors but that doesn't mean they aren't there for me. |
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Perhaps I was being a little exagerated with my claim. I was also misinformed on the subject. I'm sorry if I have offended you KPM. :) |
