I am... crazy. It's official. There's paperwork on it. There's graphs and everything so it must be true. And let me tell you, it's a real load off my mind. I mean, it relives a lot of responsibility for me. I always have an excuse if I feel like talking to myself or crawling around during a business meeting and barking. Well then so be it, I'm bonkers. It's very convienient and fun.
And I'd certainly have to be crazy, living in this world, to keep from blowing my brains out. Being insane allows me to be who I want to be. There are no longer any rules. I'm crazy, and I will become world emperor. Even if it's simply because I'm convinced I am world emperor.
For all that we have is our perception. Whatever we perceive to be reality is in fact our reality. You want to get into quantuum physics and all that business where we start talking about the fact that we, as observers, in fact actually manipulate and manifest reality. We are intricately and subconciously involved with the reality process. Once we know this, we can start to see what's happening all around us.
Echos of past events
nudge the tiller on
my present course
I await its reflection
in the future