Posted on Tuesday, December 13, 2016
in Philosophy, Strange and Unusual
I am in my bed trying to think. But there are so many things to think about.
There are three dimensions, obviously length, depth, and height.
Then there’s the fourth, that’s time.
Time escapes me.
There’s the fifth though. Those questions that small children ask you about trying to find the end of a rainbow, that feeling you get when a person is off kilter. When you wake up and hear the rain pelting off your roof and you know someone out there needs you. That small smile or wink that a person gives you for no reason.
I don’t know what to do with that, but sure you can only do your best.
I’m asleep. I’m not writing this.
I’m asleep. Sometimes it feels like we all are sleeping, that we are only really awake when we open up to that strange fifth dimension. Notions. Dreams. Imagination.
Earlier today I got together with a group of friends and we played ‘Rizzla’… where you get cigarette roll papers and write the names of characters (real or fictional) and stick them onto the forehead of the person beside you. It’s an excellent game.
It’s also a good example of the fifth dimension. Every one of us was somehow able to read each other’s minds and guess the answer pretty quickly because we know each other so well. Like when a good friend of yours can finish your senten…..