I heard that play is a slice of life about a youth struggling with depression. See also: life , of , slice. References in periodicals archive? Rive, Richard Moore. I tried to ask him how come he was talking so weird but all that came out was slurs. The last thing I remember of this reality was R walking past me, back into the house. At that point, everything was just starting. As I said before, everything in my field of vision slowed down and was being chopped up. This is hard to describe. The best I can say is: imagine it as a flip book.
Weird, I know imagine how I felt. As soon as this realization came upon me, I heard an incredibly high-pitched squeal and experienced the feeling of impending doom, like something of epic importance was happening. It was at this point that I completely forgot I had smoked salvia at all. Everything that happened after this was legitimately happening or so I thought , and my reality was falling to pieces. I closed my eyes, thinking this was too much to handle.
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As soon as I did, I was in another world. The prior two minutes of my life were laid out in front of me like snapshots, with each picture representing a single instant of time. The pictures were being flipped to demonstrate the effect I mentioned above the flip book , and show how reality was being created. At this point, I had no memory of my life at all. As soon as the pictures split, I was sucked into the space between them, which I was told by a disembodied female voice I could not place , that this was the place between moments.
We perceive life as a continuous stream, but in actuality, reality is completely destroyed and re-created between each instant. In other words, each instant is a page of the flip book, and the previous page is destroyed and replaced with a new one.
I cannot stress how powerful and massive this wheel seemed. It was the source of reality as we knew it, responsible for creating the universe around us. And it was touching me. Reality as we know it is merely a side effect of the action of this wheel.
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My consciousness has existed in this space for all of eternity, being ground against this wheel, spinning with it and helping it create reality. I felt utterly hopeless. My entire life had been a temporary escape into a dream in order to cope with being merely a cog in the wheel both literally and metaphorically , and now that that illusion was broken I was trapped here again, and the entire life I lived was merely a dream. All of my friends and family, as well as any experiences I remembered, never really happened, and were just a cheap trick I used to distract myself.
This… was the real existence. The feminine voice told me that everyone around me are her children, and our purpose was merely to spin with this wheel and create reality. I looked around, confused, and realized then that I was surrounded by trillions of other little people like me, all of them trapped and spinning in order to create reality. Stay with us. Now that you are here, you cannot leave. You cannot leave. I had escaped, but now I was back. I was trapped there for what felt like an eternity.
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Time had no meaning in that place; each second felt like countless years. I was dysphoric and terrified, and resigned myself to spinning for the rest of eternity. After what felt like thousands of years who knows? In eternity, nothing means anything.
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Anything, even starting over in another life, would be better than that hell. I managed to turn my head to look at the wheel head-on, desperately trying to see how I escaped in the past.
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I managed to turn my head so that I was looking at the wheel from the side the flat side, so that it resembled a spinning two-dimensional circle. The wheel was divided up into slices like a pizza, or the wheel on Wheel of Fortune the pieces were broad at the top and narrowed closer to the center. Each slice was a different color, and the edges were incredibly jagged and multi-hued.
There were an infinite amount of slices and the wheel was spinning infinitely fast. This made perfect sense in salvia-space. In the face of infinite time, after all, what is infinite space? Each slice whizzed by my face, so closely that I could feel them pulling my face and grinding it down to my bones with an effect that felt almost electric.
This felt pleasant compared to having my body constantly torn to pieces for all eternity on the other side of the wheel. As I ventured out on my own, married, and then had my son, many others became a part of my life. They were friends, mentors, neighbors, professional associates, etc. The inevitable death and the resultant sense of loss and grief are captured through my lens. Although I caution that death is not the sole proprietor of loss, it can be one of the most devastating.
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Loss can come from severing ties with a loved one, the loss of an endeared pet, a friend, or any number of things. No matter what the loss is, grief follows. Opportunities to see and experience the world beyond the neighborhood were always prominent among my goals.
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Even as a child, I traveled from home to south Florida to see my grandparents. At times my grandparents as well as other relatives would take me on trips to places like New York, Atlanta, and Chicago. No matter, I am an avid fan of travel and new experiences through it. It helps one to see that we are truly connected to other people, cultures, and countries and their corresponding political structures as nations and that our interdependence and interrelatedness are not just glib terms thrown around recklessly; they are real. I have traveled fairly extensively both in the United States and internationally.
I share here a few of those experiences, and how they influenced me. Although I list Egypt and China among the places I want to go, since that selection was written, I have traveled to both.
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However, only China is featured among these selections. Although I am not a humorous person, I often see the humor in real life situations. I love the resultant laughter that comes from listening to, seeing, or reading them. Most importantly, I realize that humor serves an essential purpose in life. I share my views on humor in one of the selections and also describe the process of aging in a dry humorous fashion. It is a process that will happen to all of us if we continue to live. What Is Living? Living is being with a good friend, talking, listening, seeing his silence and loving it, reading his mind, saying his words and feeling comfortable, laughing, trusting and being as one.
Living is enjoying who and where you are. Living is dreaming of tomorrows and making those dreams come true! Everything Changes Everything changes. The seed is planted, grows into a plant, blossoms and its flower falls to the ground. The leaf unfurls, It beams a bright green, Its colorful glory lights the fall, And fades into decay. Day turns to dusk then night And the sun soon rises. The child becomes a man, The man fades away, Life begins anew with birth. We praise, we mourn, We laugh, we cry.