muttley
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Post by muttley on Mar 8, 2021 0:36:27 GMT
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Post by someNothing on Mar 9, 2021 12:02:43 GMT
Oh, yes. It has been the tool for thinking, problem solving, remembering, perceiving, etc, while also imagining, assuming, believing. Somewhere down the line, it dreamt itself as an entity, giving birth to one of the core illusions around which all was referenced as good/bad, important/discardable, holy/evil, etc. It gets muddled when sorting through it, and certain well-rutted patterns have been fired and wired for decades, so it's easy to get confused at times for a while. You might even treat it as one of your clients for a while, maybe, to get some perspective on it. Not sure what all you do in that regard. It’s just such an odd place to be because your mind informs you of everything. Mainly the how you feel part. Mind is of the past, so yeah the feelings are part of that involvement, so real and surreal.
Now, here you go again
You say, you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully, to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost
Oh, thunder, only happens when it's raining
Players, only love you when they're playing
They say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
Now, here I go again, I see
The crystal vision
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me, who wants to
Wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering, what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
Ooh, what you lost
Thunder, only happens when it's raining
Players, only love you when they're playing
Women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
Oh, thunder, only happens when it's raining
Players, only love you when they're playing
They say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
You will know
Oh, you'll know
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