A Clairvoyant Rejuvenation...
Imagine a world where one could reverse the cycle of human sensation.
If we could capture the surreal thrill experienced when finishing a daunting task, and migrate it to the beginning of that mundane tasks journey. Wouldnt that task have started with an oh-so-sure motivation?
When you find it impossible to fall asleep, but then wake up to your annoying alarm in the wee hours of the morning only wishing you could sleep some more, haven't you ever wished you had this fleeting sensation 8 hours ago?
When you meet a certain someone, enter the honeymoon phase of life but have to trancend to a bitter-sweet or aimless end, wouldn't you have hoped the primary re-assuring sensation somehow helped you ease through the end?
In fresh cameo experiences, why do positively inquisitive and self-inspirational sensations, fade out into ordinary and every day clock-ticking activities?
Why do we always end up associating the beginnings of an emotional journey with a flurry of ecastacic or passing sesnations, only to have to suffer a relative anomaly of that very sensation in the end?
I guess the sensation experienced when a starting gun is fired, often never correlates with the end of the race.
What if we could live in a world experienced only by the selective corollaries of human sensation?
If we could capture the surreal thrill experienced when finishing a daunting task, and migrate it to the beginning of that mundane tasks journey. Wouldnt that task have started with an oh-so-sure motivation?
When you find it impossible to fall asleep, but then wake up to your annoying alarm in the wee hours of the morning only wishing you could sleep some more, haven't you ever wished you had this fleeting sensation 8 hours ago?
When you meet a certain someone, enter the honeymoon phase of life but have to trancend to a bitter-sweet or aimless end, wouldn't you have hoped the primary re-assuring sensation somehow helped you ease through the end?
In fresh cameo experiences, why do positively inquisitive and self-inspirational sensations, fade out into ordinary and every day clock-ticking activities?
Why do we always end up associating the beginnings of an emotional journey with a flurry of ecastacic or passing sesnations, only to have to suffer a relative anomaly of that very sensation in the end?
I guess the sensation experienced when a starting gun is fired, often never correlates with the end of the race.
What if we could live in a world experienced only by the selective corollaries of human sensation?
