There is a feeling in my hands and that feeling is leading the race today. I know that there is a way to get to the end and that is through the rigorous completion of all that will ever be and the undoing of all that has ever been. This is no simple task, but I’m sure that there will be solutions to the answers that drive the questions along in their coming forth and reading all the things that will be written whilst eating an orange.
I don’t see the exit, but I’m sure that if I follow the path the exit will be reached within the required time that it needs to be reached within.
There will always be a way, but instead of doing all of this. Perhaps I should go down to the pier and pull out a rod for the purposes of fishing and then cast it into the water and hope for all the fish to come and bite down so that I can then catch them, so that then we can go on adventures throughout the world and see the things that a fish would not normally see, such as the internal structure of Mount Everest.
It would probably be of a certain temperature in there, but I imagine that it would have good illumination which would then lead to an illumination of knowledge.
These things always have carry-on effects and the effect in this case would be the learning.
They’d tell us to sit there and learn all that we can and the fish would be saying “I’m a fish and why am I doing this?”, and I would be saying “They don’t need to know that”, and then we’d be learning far more than we would ever know given the circumstances.
Of course then I would want a blanket as it would get a little cold, then the fish would tunnel its way back to the ocean and return to where it was residing as it was a fish of the salt in the water of the ocean and it needs to return so it can complete the journey o-f the fish and then share its story through the generations as things gradually change and leave it behind, but of course there will be other journeys on which it will traverse, for it is a fish with an innate sense of curiosity and needs to experience the world in whatever way that it can, for if it does not then it will grow restless.
The fish just needs somewhere that it can return to once in a while.
Well, with that being said, I would have my blanket and be within Mount Everest. Then I’d finish my learning and then go back down as it would feel so passé in this post-dot com-era, and I need to was my clothes, for I cannot ask people to do my dirty dishes for me as that is a little unfair to ask someone.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:59:64
I do like the flow of this one. I think that as far as flow of words go, it works.
This could have been much better quality-wise, however.
Written at work.