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I am getting back into my old tendencies.
That aspect of things that is caused by differing qualities of the light reflected or emitted by them, definable in terms of the observer or of the light.
Colours are non-existent. Only reflections. So a 'pink' shirt is every colour BUT pink. Yet that is the colour we see through the naked eye. I think about this all the time connecting it with other life concepts. Like race, appearance, ect. If everything is an illusion to us through our eyes, what is stopping Life being an illusion? Emotions? And all we are doing is sharing our experiences telepathically.
I have advice for all of you, never write something you don't want someone to find on paper. Someone is bound to find it and read it. Other advice? Buy a paper shredder.
Besides the fact that today and Saturday were pretty horrible, I had a nice time being with myself. I sat on the golf course for an hour and just wrote and drew. With the exception of a digital camera break?
