There’s too much background noise, that’s the problem. I can’t concentrate. I’m compelled to act – to write – but I can’t find the words because everyone else is talking, and everything’s already been said. And I know that the background noise is the stuff of life.
The themes may change, but the questions are the same. The same thing occurring in different ways. And even if I had the answers – assuming there are answers to be had – what would I do with them? Why am I so obsessed; still searching for something truly original?
All my writings come back to the same thing: there’s no escape, because energy can neither be created nor destroyed (you know, when we die, we ‘push up daisies’). But then there’s entropy – there’s no denying that. So, basically, things exist according to some rules, but the rules always break down in time, because the things they govern are entropic. And then there’s chaos, and chaos theory.
Order will make something of chaos – a planet out of star dust, for example – and, in time, that planet will break down, and on goes the cycle. Uselessness morphs into something cool, and that something is entropic by nature. I see a guy Balancing on a biCycle, going round and round. Maybe I should use that image and write a metaphorical piece instead of these tangled ramblings about science and philosophy. Is Art the product of chaos?
Fucking equations. I struggled with maths when I was at school (although I came out with a B at GCSE level), but I did well in the arts. So, that’s my path in life, then. Stick to what you’re good at. Except art, maths, science and philosophy are inextricably linked. I see the guy on the bike again. Thus, we’re all on the Psycho-path.
And this is the delay, folks. This is writers’ block. There’s so much to say, but it’s all the same, rendering me mute. But words are never enough, anyway. You need the (w)hole to fill the (w)hole. Maybe it’s all about the punctuation. The symbols. It’s all in your mind. My soul is empty, but I still have a soul. Whatever it’s made of; by whatever means. Whatever that means.
Happy New Year to you, folks, and thanks for being here with me. Sending love,
Morwenna
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Morwenna Blackwood, Author 