["Conduits" storyline thoughts]
Somehow a brain is only part of the solution. I mean, we can do so much without one. Look around. Wonders abound with brainless activity. But then we build these reaching to space skyscrapers, bridges that float, and put people into the openness that has no air.
A man still stares at a boy with the eyes of a boy. It's not the brain that remembers what point in time the man is really at, it's the mirror or the expression on the face of the boy that jabs a knife into the man's ego.
So the old men have this money; an enticing situation for the young faces that only need attention. Slowly that part of the brain that was once stabbed is turning tables and subtly twisting the knife's sharp edge on the pusher. It's an unfelt pain that doesn't manifest for years.
I think one tear drop contains the entire essence of these toughts.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
