robinbloke | (no subject)

Interior
I think of things inside, like my mind. Why is it inside me, physically speaking it is inside my head but the senses it use stretch out beyond where I am and give me perception and feeling far beyond what I am. Without my mind I would be a lump of organic matter mindlessly processing other organic matter to continue my existance.
A plant?
A cell?
Where does reactive thought begin?
Plants react, and so do cells. So can programs, in the same limited scope of what they are. A plant will grow towards the light, but that is only because the light enables it to grow.
Control Z and it all vanishes.
Pictures and shapes and patterns, this could be anything, but language has scribed these shapes into words and sentences for my rambling train of thought.
Rolling along in the valley, wisps of steam puffing out of the smokestack like little clouds as it rolls along the track.
Crunchy, slightly crispy, a faint almost sticky feeling to it and the rich fresh smell of fresh baking.
But what is it? Economically it is easy to judge, in other facets no numbers are available. Health, wealth and happiness were the three to look for, is there anything else?
Peace of mind. Delusion maybe or just tuning out of the world around you to the point where you can deal with it in its current state.
Desensitisation. The last few walls of broadcasting taboos are falling. Violence, disaster and terror all stalk our screens like the ghosts, ghouls and nightmarish hauntings from times past. Globalisation and communication break down barriers and offer new ones instead to rub against each other like sandpaper to build sparks that will burn in flames.
We are no longer in our own little villages.
Where do you mark the importance of significance, of action; what time frame, what range? Can you throw it all away for a moment that will be gone as fast as you can blink, will you work your life for a hope of a change for others in a future you'll never see. Do you want the world to validate you? Vindicate you? Mark, stamp and classify you?
You can stand on a pedestal and shout to the heavens.
You can perform random acts of kindness that will never fall back upon you.
Or maybe, butterfly like, the karma kickback will spread in oh so insignificant ways out in ripples from where you stand to wash on shores beyond your sight only to be reflected back at you once again.
Once in a while, take a rule and open it out beyond where the idea started, and see where it goes.
The sixty seconds reached out far beyond what could have been here.