Idle mind - devil's workshop

There is something very satisfying about being lazy. A day!!! An entire day of absolutely no useful production, effort or even a hint of it can often bring immense satisfaction. Doing nothing does give results in the most unexpected ways.

By nothing I dont mean lying about not breathing or anything. I mean stay alive and do nothing of any consequence. No entertainment or recreation either. Sounds like an absolute waste? Its not. At least it wasnt one. Been having a few of those lately. Not complete days of course. Parts. Thats the time a screensaver kicks in. No day dreams. My imagination has been murdered by my senses. So much so that even an effort for any wild creativity ends up in very achievable down to earth situations. Practical so to speak.

There were times when the imagination flew as a lockheed SR-71 blackbird. A long time ago. Unmanned and faster than imagination itself. Those were fun and immature days. When belief allowed for the impossible to materialize itself in an ethereal form. Fleeting yes but as real as the imagination that created it. Sometimes the engine rusts out, sometimes it is shot down but mostly it is destroyed by the very people who are to tune it. Gotta forgive them, for they not what they do.

But of course, some things refuse to be killed. Thankfully. Random thoughts are a welcome change in an irritatingly predictable universe. Especially when every other 'wise man' is predicting the nature of anything you and I can sense. Just when the pattern starts to piss you off its nice to find there are pieces in the pattern which make no sense at all. Maybe all the random pieces together may make a pattern, but then thankfully I am stupid enough not to be able to put the jigsaw puzzle together. A question answered is no longer a question. It no longer possesses the mystery, the awe, the stimulating darkness. Answer a difficult one for someone searching for an answer and sometimes it is as good as slapping the person, besides insulting his intelligence. Unanswered questions do have their charm.


Jumping from randomness to entropy, with no inkling of any logic or connection appears to be child's play. Dont knock it until you've tried it. It feels like listening to a playlist of metal, rock, classics, pop, jazz and hip hop with the shuffle on although it takes a lot more programming. Oh I forgot to mention repetition, redundany, same thing again and again is an absolute no no. If you run out of music, make like a Mozart and compose some. Thats when everything around evaporates and then there is everything, blobs of randomness which hit you, rip through you and then cease to exist as though they never did. It can be done while performing mundane tasks that your limbs and organs have mugged up and can vomit without orders from the top floor.

Sometimes it does feel I have way too many tenents on the top floor. So much so that I probably would argue about the latest musical and its effects on cinemas past, present and future for the smallest fraction of time even while rewiring a C4 explosive. Why the smallest fraction? 'Coz anything more than that on one thought and it stops being random. Gotta keep jumping along the logs in the stream or you'll get wet. No point penning it down of course. You can never get any copy that fast. Save it for the not so random time you'll be wasting later? But if you can remember it, then it must have been logical. Real bummer huh? To do something just for the moment and for it to have no impact on the future or any relevence to the past at all. It is fun.