Posts Tagged ‘colour’
Do you have places you go or things you do, where nothing matters anymore, in the sense that nothing ordinarily stressful is stressful?
This is an old post I re-worked and re-posted. Do you ever find the quiet voice is the most compelling?
Perhaps the right kind of material can absorb enough light to heat the air inside it, giving us hot air balloons that need no fuel. Would you like to travel the world in a balloon?
Have you ever persisted at something that had no hope, no support but one tiny, bright ray of light? Isn’t it glorious?
Have you ever felt like nothing was allowed to be new or fresh or wonderful? Like any attempt at sincerity or originality is seen through the post-modern glasses of irony, reference, and so on?
Should your friends encourage you to change, or to stay the same? Which do you think is more helpful, more dangerous, or both?
Are you better at knowing other people than at knowing yourself? How much delusion is in what you “know” about others, and how much in what you “know” about yourself?


