Riding the train of thought into oblivion...
What is it about this expression of mind via language that has so often caused me to reflexively consider it a pointless waste of energy to generate and process so many words?
Getting back down to earth can feel like torture. Words grounded in the mundane can indeed bring the mind back down to earth, trapping it again within the bleak objective. Yet conceiving even this so-called "reality" itself is also an illusory construction of language, made to seem concrete through repeated social and mental reenforcement of the pattern. Understanding this trick can become our escape route.
...unless it leads to an even deeper, darker prison: Eternal Oblivion.
But oh how blissful it can be! To drift on and on, amidst the watery void, in the purity of the undefined. Wordless conscious experience.
A gathering spot for friends of the Hobbit Asylum in virtual reality.