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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 23
City: Manchester
Country: UK
Signup Date: 4/6/2006
Monday, January 22, 2007 

Current mood:  thirsty
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Once upon a time there lived a boy who had awoken. He looked around as if for the first time, and saw and pondered the situation in which he found himself. Surrounding him he saw lush green plants. Somehow he knew where he was, but it didn't seem relevant at this moment. He gazed up through the trees and saw translucence and pondered a moment at rays of sunshine piercing through the dense green flora. As he deeply inhaled, he allowed the whispering of the breeze above him to elucidate reality's presence. His attention was moved from the sunrays and colour softly downwards, as he followed with his gaze a single leaf that fluttered down at the grace permitted by the viscous air through which it journeyed.
        The boy closed his eyes, and made his presence known to himself. He noticed his mental form, from which he recognised creatures as real as those leaves and sounds and rays of light that he had moments ago observed. He realised, as if he had not done so before, his name; that sound of which he was an attribute. He became aware of an ability to access his past, and just as he remembered the leaf that pushed his attention inwards, he saw people and places, and moods and connections between thoughts.
        The boy could see that from beyond where he could remember, he was as aware as he was now, and he could see that just as the leaf catalysed his drift of attention, each moment of awareness had done the same. He wondered whether he had ever been the catalyst that led to the experience and memory he possessed and, if he was not the maker of his future, then what was the nature of this experience of awareness of which he was a participant?
        The boy opened his eyes, and planned a path through the vertical trunks and fauna that lay as an image in his vision. The path he would follow was as real as the soft squish of the leaves he would walk over and the tree trunks he would brush past.
Tam Tam
Tom Shepherd

 
Ben, have you been passing out in the woods again? i told you crack isnt good for you haha
 
Posted by Tam Tam on Friday, January 26, 2007 - 1:39 PM
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