when fingers lift from fate

'and you get those butterflies in your stomach, you know, that feeling of anticipation, because you know what's going to come, you're almost shaking with anticipation but you don't cuz you know you wouldn't be able to hold the spoon still.'

she shifted uncomfortably.

'you tap and find a vein and you tap it. and you're maybe a little queasy and not so sure but you do it cuz man its like nothing. suddenly you got no need for nothing. nothing at all. you're content in this skin. you don't know or care if you have skin. it doesn't matter. nothing matters at all because you got everything you'll ever want right here, right in that moment, and you know that's all that there is.'

he looked past him, pretending not to care.

'see, you can realise it then. you can know it then. you can't know it until then. you can think it and rationalise it and believe it, but you can't know it until then. every person creates a world for themselves. its created. its not there. its here. its just touch and smell and taste and light and sound and color all mixed together by this thing, this mind. but its not real.'

he laughed. they all laughed. uncomfortably.

'cuz this is real. its different, its so different, but its real, and the rest of it is fake. its more real then the life you lived before. and if you think about that, then you know he's right. we can't know nothing. not with these filters. all we can know is what these filters let us. and that's all. every perception united in consciousness is subsumed by the pure concepts of the understanding. subsumed? - perverted if you ask me. if we could get past that, there's a whole other world out there.'

he paused, and the other spoke.

'so kant's right?'

'that's what i'm saying. kant's right.'

- posted by Sigurd7/26/2004 08:50:00 PM