Reality Of Thought – A Journal Entry

Standing on the sand, water washing softly up to my feet, stopping just short, I was convinced that to something out there in the dark, clear, starlit, night sky, I was the size of an ant, and the vast ocean ahead of me was merely a puddle.

This was, of course, after a few joints.

Next to me, also appreciating the beauty of all around us, Leigh disagreed, finding it both scientifically and physically impossible. Thinking back on it now, it definitely does seem impossible, but that reality of thought is so much less fun and so restrictive. I’d prefer to dream.

Gazing up at infinity, then down at nature, mesmerized, I just wanted there to be something else. Something new.

I’ll clarify that while I was speaking of a greater existence, I was not talking about a God or spirits. I was simply theorizing, fantasizing, that to us, right there, the night sky could be anything. It could be a dome encapsulating us. Outside that dome could lay limitless possibilities.

Standing at the water, it’s not hard to feel small.

In our own little world we feel so comfortable. If we ever ventured out of our dome, all we know would crumble. All ideas of the earth, of God, of everything. Nothing would ever be the same.

And that’s what I want.

I want the lid to be taken off the dome. I want us (the world) to experience something unbelievable. Right now, I just want to be at the beach, at the sea, experiencing nature, just because it makes me feel so small. Just so I can hope and dream and wonder again, that maybe we are not all there is to this world. That maybe religion and science and philosophy are all completely wrong. That when the lid does eventually come off the dome and we’re uncovered, the foot of a higher being will stomp down and crush us all.

Then, even if it was for just one fleeting second, we’d really be living, instead of always being kept in the dark.