A storyable question:

Every morning when you gets the first coherent caption between your first sight and your awaken brain, you can trust to things: First, good or bad idea (I mean about that greatest brand of mind that we most kept) wont gone lose, you will remember. Second, never mind the logical or productive value of the idea. If in between dreams that suggestion of your mind matters…well it matters, really matters. And that’s why also I said first “coherent caption”.

I could describe a coherent caption as the complete concept, or better said, clear chase of the subject. I remember once woke up from a twisted dream about all and nothing. There my mind configures a great idea proportional between my will decision and a final answer of how to prevail in a ruff situation of my professional adventure. There was another occasions where I could describe brands and shines like this, also I can tell many equal times where those were lost in a blink of eye and mind. That’s the “trozzz” and “Zorrt” of not to be well awaken. Again that’s the matter.

On demand of the serious asking of where I’m going with this, answering lies in the remarkable value of this situation for those who recognize themselves and the gone prospects of solutions, genius moments or instant karma that you know you lived. Or in the cruelest cases, that you can’t remember but you can feel the situation.

I’m aware that in this democracy rules and social institution of how to think, this is usually taken as absurd or not pleasant quote of discussion, banal in the most of times. Figure this out: “Hey, last night I had a dream and then a great idea, but I can’t remember how it goes. But I know that it’s important…”. Yeap, who’s gonna give you a try, unless a few or mostly exclusive caring friend that will hear you but most likely didn’t get it with the interest and missing passion that you have felt. But other, no men (or girls).

Once I was in an introspective rendering brain in. Go on by several minutes, my ideas of what was I seek become more random and also greedier, because I’ve been squeezing fragments of sentences, words, images, any clue that could bring a odds idea of that, that once, was so clear and promising for life. But what happens at last? Well it was a defeated feeling in the cause, as could happened to anyone in this path.

In fact this could by even be considered as a merely waste of time and burn out braining. But as my grandpa told me once, the good will and the good ideas deserve unless once such a remarkable effort. That’s it grandpa. I’ve ate that cake completely and here I am banishing this effort for the social democracy of the not hear those many lapsus of remembrance of unborn died ideas. Remarkable effort he said.

The question at end of facts becomes not exactly on what happened in that inner lighting brand or how? And why’s that? When in the freak in limbo where the Omni habilys being transgress our conscientious limits can save and regards the connection with the flat and not unconscientiously genius of the awaken man. Fuck them all, when the solutions make thinks up “Where’s an optical fiber connection when you needed in the middle of the numb genius hosted in the sleeper mind and the hopeless survivor of their own craps?

Timeless hope and useless stress, been thinking and seeking this for so much linger times. No men, here I got to quote up to bring this part of the deal and dealing. You better make this pushing exercises in moments of relax and not disturbing and not judging runaround democracy minds. Make an effort to let your mind fly flat (I know that it won’t be so hard for you) turn back and turn back, not in memories, but in ideas and brain facts. Bake for a 30 minutes and if you where fast, wise and lucky, maybe you can rise an achievement in the subject(s) that you have lost.

/Drive save your mind.../

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