So I have what I've been calling epithanies, Im not sure if they are, it's just the only way I can describe them. They're not visions per se, I mean I don't see them with my eyes. But every once in a while I'll be thinking, following a trail of thought among those many other paths, and suddenly I'll hit this point. Like I'll have this flash of an Image, sometimes related, sometime contradictary to what I'm thinking, (like I'll be thinking one way and this image'll flash and I'll kinda mentaly have one of those "I never thought about it that way" moments. But I stray. Anyway Some of them I forget almost the second they happen, even though the point always remain. Some of them I'll remember, and this is one of them. I hope my words can describe the Image I'm trying to get across. I saw a trail of money, each denomination gets higher and higher. As Men follow this path, they pick up a dollar, and put quarters in it's place for the next man, who picks them up, and in it's place, leaves pennies. For their eternities they follow this path until they reach the highest denomination, which gets further and further along as men follow it. Eventually, they reach this apex, and after the highest denomination there is another man who was following this path. And he is picked up, and money is put in his place. And so, this path continues, one man, two men...a city, nation, country. I find myself on the side of this road. These men passing me by, monoliths to themselves. They look down upon me, sitting there, watching them. Some scorn me because I am not on that road, to eventually be picked up and traded for cash, others eyes burn with envy because they are next in line. This one is related to an earlier one I had, It had men, (just for visual reference, I know It means men in general because in those instances the men are featurless and slim.) and they were in a field, picking grass. I thought it was grass but As The Scene progressed It was money, The people looked bent and weary, Picking the green stuff. In the dirt bodies were buried. The grass was greener there.
we need to make our own path the men picking up the money and so on and on...they're followers, doing what others tell them to do. be your own person - you may go on the path to get more money, but thats your decision. make your decisions the meaning of your life. create your own path
I have those vision type things occasionally but people think I'm crazy enough already so I don't talk about it... I've seen things that I shouldn't have known but somehow did anyway, but I won't say what because it's sort of creepy.
