There are certain points in animation, when to the eye it is difficult to determine if too much is happening, or nothing is happening. As in, to discriminate between hyper-movement, and non-movement. But if the subject definer be movement, is there any case for non-movement, or is it a subset of the illusion?
The world is somewhat like that. I have gotten into the habit of running some or the other news channel in the mornings. From about 7 Fuzzy AM to 9 Tearing Hurry AM, there is an anchor flashing bright white smiles on my oh-so-flat screen.
Someone got arrested, someone fell down the stairs, something is ablaze, and the accuser became the accused. It flies by me. And I don’t even touch the wings.
And maybe that is why images are ponderously appealing right now. (Well, that and my recent victory over the firewall that was preventing the bloggerbot agent access via Hello). Not much thought in my mind. (Just Random Acces Memory?? Haha)
So all is left is screenshots of the mind and the blood pump. Not that they are not intense. But they are all frozen.
How does one freeze guilt?
Refer to an earlier post where I had said the links between my sense of self, and my ‘job’ were pretty strong. I am sure if I really tried the links could be defrosted, and left to run with the other waters of existence. Guilt comes when you choose to defend your sense of ethics within the self. So basically it’s like playing a rough game of squash?
This also has some reference to a momentary lapse into the world of Ayn Rand yesterday. It’s interesting how she builds layers of guilt, ego, self-realization, ethical promiscuity and promises to the self.
Or maybe Ayn Rand was about something else entirely. Depending on the time-space continuum, and when it hit you, its brick like impact was hard to not hate and love.
Sometimes, especially at that vague age of about 15, I was struck by the fact that I would never be Atlas. I have been shrugging for so long, that the Axis fell off, and the planet is unheard near by Spine.