A Dream is an enigma...

A Dream is an enigma…but solving it is an even greater one.
If all of our Dreams were to come true, would they not contradict each other? Nightmares and happy things? Happiness-Sadness, Life-Death, Love-Hate, and the Present-, Past,-, and Future? But then again isn’t the above, combined together, a recipe FOR Life?
Life cannot be all Death, because for there to have been Death, Life must have come before it. The chicken before the egg scenario is no longer a question, but a reality through Life.
Hate and Love, Life would not be complete without it. For instance: You Love to run but Hate to be tired. Yet you run anyway. You Hate that you Love someone who you know doesn’t feel the same. Yet despite it you still Love. Therefore Hate cannot be pure. For Hate cannot exist without some form of Love. Although Hate and Love rarely exist together in the same measurements, you still and always will Hate and Love, only choosing to express one over the other.
Happiness and Sadness both can never be destroyed from the earth. If for instance it was, Life would cease to exist. However this loss of Life through the disappearance of Happiness and Sadness would not result in mortal Death per say, but loss of living, eternal nothingness, because without Happiness and Sadness, Love and Hate would cease to exist, and a Life without Love is a life not worth living.
Present, Past, and the Future. The Present is always and will always be the shortest period of time, and in the end the Past will be the only time left. Because the Present is rapidly and continually fleeting into the Past with Future hot on its heels, desperately trying to escape, trying to get to the other side of the Present where the grass surely WAS greener.
What though is a Dream exactly? An unconscious reality? A movie of possibilities? A review of what you have witnessed throughout your life? An experimental trial and error of life? A simple playground for the restless mind?
A Dream is an enigma…but solving it is an even greater one.

My Anti-Drug

Creativity: My Anti-Drug
Instead of spending my day smoking pot and shooting up, I expressed creativity by using a black Ultra Round Stic Grip Bic ink pen to blacken out teeth, draw mustaches, uni-brows and piercings on various people in magazines. Better Homes & Gardens may have saved my life. True story.

Guitar Hero**

While playing Guitar Hero at a friends house I began to wonder, why the guitar? Why should the guitar be the only instrument allowed to have its name in old style gothic print upon the shelves of every super Wal-Mart and gaming store in North America? How do you think the kazoo feels, doomed forever to be a child’s gift bag stuffer, never truly appreciated by the human race? Wouldn’t you think that the percussion and wind instruments feel totally left out right about now? Not to mention the other string instruments, such as the harpsichord, lyre, and the graceful koto। Where would we be without the violin, flute, trumpet, tuba, tambourine, piano, and the cello? Why does the guitar get to be the hero?

Introduction

Hi, and welcome to the initiation of intelligent thoughts! As this is my first blog I assume I should begin by introducing you to myself. My name is Inzey Cellie. I live in my own little world most of the time but for the remainder I live on a small rural farm in a formerly productive rural shoebox farming and industry community in North Carolina near the Virginia border.
I am one out of a family of five, with two younger siblings, one of each. My sister is a typical middle school child who enjoys most typical girlish activities such as shopping for clothing. (This, in my opinion is a time wasting act that was most likely sent from Satan to torture me ad infinitum.) My brother…., well lets just say he managed to get a guitar stuck in his pants today. Then there is me, I’m the strange one. At least that’s what everyone says.
If you would like to know more about me you can check out my profile.