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The Charlatan. A Writer. A Clown. Sometimes a Barnstormer. Vaudevillian. Pirate.
I'm a idealistic cynic, silent writer, trapped traveller...
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What's the point of all this if people dont know what we're doing this for. Why we are the way we are, why we do things the way we do. Why we speak like this and walk like this and see things this way. What the point of anything if people forget the dream.We did everything for the dream. Not for country or for wealth or science or for humanity. We did it for the dream. That one dream, the story that drives us and binds us. What is life without the dream. Without the dream we are without hope, without hope, what chance is their of salvation, or of redemption? I begin to wonder how anyone could live without the dream, knowing, and accepting this terrible meaninglessness that consumes ours minds and our souls how we let time trickle by steadily not realizing the joy of the dream forgotten. then, of course at thi spoint i remember that the price is great too, to great for some as it seems. You can only be one place at a time here, but in the dream you are everywhere. THis is the price and the blessing of the dream. to see the world not as it is but as it should be, as it could be, if only you stop looking this way and start looking properly(or wrongly, i forget which). In the dream there are such stories and such peoples like none you can ever meet or hear of in our limited world. admittedly, it would be easy to do so, if one were to travel and to simply look. But without the dream why would one bother. The dream is the answer, but it is also the question. And so we are drawn to it, inexplicably, as a moth to a flame, but more like a lost soul to God, for indeed, was it not our creator that first gave us this dream, the dream of something else that defined the rules that our flesh are bound to? is it not the dream that sets us apart from the animals, the birds, beast and insects. The dream is the breath of God. The dream, such a feeble word for such a concept, the hope it is also, the chance and possibility. The dream is the word for everything we hold dear, everything we want to achieve. The dream is evrything for everything is nothng more than the dream.