waking life (may 2009)


Hey, are you a dreamer?


I haven’t seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It’s not dead it’s just that it’s been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I’m trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored, this is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting.

I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. And this is like my little window to the world… and every minute’s a different show. I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I’ll tell you what I’ve accepted: just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even key, this is what I’m saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. It saves on introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require explanation – just occupance. That’s where you guys come in. It’s like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8 pack, you may get the 16 pack but it’s all in what you do with the crayons – the colors – that you’re given. Don’t worry about coloring within the lines or coloring outside the lines – I say color outside the lines, you know what I mean? Color all over the page; don’t box me in! We’re in motion to the ocean. We are not land locked, I’ll tell you that.

On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.

You can have so much damn fun in your dreams. And, of course, everyone knows FUN RULES.

What is frustration? Or what is anger or love?
When I say “love,”
the sound comes out of my mouth…
and it hits the other person’s ear,
travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain,
you know, through their memories of love or lack of love,
and they register what I’m saying and say yes, they understand.
But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert.
They’re just symbols. They’re dead, you know?
And so much of our experience is intangible.
So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable.
And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another,
and we–
we feel that we have connected,
and we think that we’re understood,
I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion.
And that feeling might be transient, but I think it’s what we live for.


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