Psychosis

This is my trip. My first trip. I have been here for 18 years. And now, at this precise time and date and location, all of which are to trivial to record, is the first time I have ever traveled. Now at this moment -- a phrase used to define something that wasn't intended to be defined -- I have been made aware of my bias’s and cognitive processes; and the bias this awareness has rendered. My current action animates this processes -- this phenomena of searching for significance. We as humans, as I am, cannot think outside of this process/phenomena of searching for significance. But, if contemplated to its furthest extent, you will fall upon one conclusion...insignificance. Everything we do is trivial, making my surrender to this cliche, writing being it -- my feeble attempt to systematically explain the inexplainable -- just mind fucking blowing. I began writing because I started to think I couldn't make people comprehend (my fellow trippers) my thought processes. So I resorted to another level of shared or defined comprehension . . . for I had to show people what I was thinking. And what i have found is that this shared significance is what drives us. It’s what gives every discipline and subsequent subsets of science its purpose--to render the unintelligible intelligible. We exploit scientific research and once discovery is made IT IS ANNOUNCED! MADE PUBLIC! But after this what happens? An alteration of the way humans perceive what was already there? Related and shared significance is everything to us. As it is nothing to almost everything. Safeguard the almost.