Where we crawl back to the sea

Sup net. My name is Ian.

Mankind is an interesting beast we control our world, manifest our destiny. However, we can only control the most basic part of our reality. SO much lies just beyond our reach. Endless bounds of information...and we are defeated by the most basic thoughts, ideas of all. Nature. The Primal instinct. No matter how much we nurture.

However.

However. Our perception of reality lets only see part of reality. So much lies unexplored, so much lies hidden.
And the annals used to explore these terriotires, the very vehicles, are denied to the mass populace by civilizaed society. The organization of human law to prevent the expansion, the exploration of this world and the many others just below the surface of reality.

And yet few plow onwards, despite the costs, the loss.
the last avenues of semi-rational thought are found in the flame of the lighter, in a single drop of liquid, in the stem of a very plant of the earth.

Forgive me. I'm stoned out of my mind.

I'm Ian.

 While I gazed at the stars, while I danced to The Rose of Tralee, while I stared into the very mirror of my own soul, the world had moved on and on into the great beyond

and now I live in my own world, because I have to.

I live in the realms of the mind, now. Reality is just what holds me back, now.

But that's silly. Because I still have eyes. Because I still have faith. In everything. Becuase I still have compassion and love. 

So nothing is meaningless. But there is MORE. 

So I'm going to go find it.

You know?

Haaah.

Call me Dr. Gonzo.