I think we are intellectual idiots at times. We want to hear Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, John Denver and many more singers and yet we dislike the fact that they were users and got high. The fact that they were high is what drew us to them and yet we dislike what they did. Makes no sense to me when I think the great minds were great minds the same way. Why am I so infatuated by those with this high abilities and yet dislike what they were doing.
I think of the Universe and all the knowledge kind of like I think of the trolley cars in San Francisco with that travel around the city getting the power from a electrical line overhead. The bus has two arms that reach up and as they go down the street the power comes to the bus through these overhead lines. I feel the intelligence of the world is out there the same way we only have to reach out and take it.
I spend many hours in deep thoughts trying to train myself to concentrate and try to grab some of this overhead or out there intelligence that is available to all. I have tried the marijuana and find it has both advantages and disadvantages but mostly for me I like to think I am getting my information from God and not from a weed. If I am to be addicted I would like to think it was from the source that made the weed.
My problem is I am drawn to the source of intelligence and not sure rather I should let it be put out there so to speak. I write many things then if I go back and check them I see they can be said another way and the more times I read them the more changes I make and pretty soon the thing goes into the garbage because no one would read that crap. I find if I re-read and proofread it I have ruined the feelings that I felt to write it in the first place. But those with the higher education want things spelled right, worded right and corrected. Those are the intelligent idiots that were like my first wife Ann she could not write anything but when I wrote it she could make it look super.
Sometimes my thoughts come to me so fast I can not put it down fast enough before I have lost the best of the brainstorm. Now as usual I am not going to read this and throw it in the garbage. I will let you read it and throw it in the garbage. Getting old sometimes helps I find the easy way these days.
A Messenger,
Verl K.