Shhhhhhhhh!

What does silence look like?

Silence used to be golden, but current economic conditions have turned it bronze.

"Why did silence cross the road?"

"I don't know."

"To go to a bar."

Silence walked into a bar and the bartender said, "What will it be?"

Silence said, "Shhhhhhhhh!"

The bartender served shhhhhhhhh! to silence.  Silence drank it, paid, and left.

"Why did silence cross the road?"

"To go to a bar?"

"No, to go back home.  It had just left the bar."

"Where does silence live?"

"Unfortunately nowhere near me."

If silence falls in the forest, and no one is there not to listen, is there still no noise?

QUIET IS REQUESTED FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO LISTEN TO THE VOICES IN THEIR HEADS

NOW WHAT? RANDOM THOUGHTS?

Now what?  What shall I blog?  My voices are off somewhere regretting the inconvenience they are causing.  I am on my own.  Shall I resort to Random Thoughts?

Why don't ingredient lists include molecules?

Human Behavior . . . The irrational possibilities are endless.

If a thought goes into the forest and there is no mind, does the thought still get thought?


If God is all there is, all there was, and all there ever will be, then how does She keep Her weight down?

TRUSTING THE VOICES IN MY HEAD

 
Once upon a time there was a little green --

"We don't want you to write that story."

Then why did you start it in my head?

"One of us started to shout it out after most of us had voted not to tell you."

So let me get this straight.  You voices in my head vote on which stories to tell me, and you don't always agree on what these stories will be; so you vote on it?

"That's right."

And the voice that did not agree with the last vote started to shout out the story the majority of voices did not want me to write?

"That's right."

How did you stop this voice from continuing to shout out the story?

"Our security removed it from your head."

Removed it from my head?  To where?

"To somewhere beyond your comprehension." 
 
Okay, so where does that leave me now?  What do I write?

"Go ahead.  Write."

Write what?  You voices usually tell me what to write.
   
"That's right, we usually tell you what to write.  We don't always tell you what to write."

 Oh, I thought you always did.
  
"No, we don't."

Then what am I hearing when you are not telling me what to write?

"An auditory hallucination."

An auditory hallucination?  You're saying that I'm psychotic?

"Yes, sometimes.  You are psychotic only when we're not around to keep you in contact with reality."

Whoa!  You, the voices in my head, are telling me that I am psychotic when you are not around to keep me grounded in reality?"

"That's right."

How do I know that you are not an auditory hallucination?

"You don't.  It's a matter of trust."

Okay . . .

I trust that the voices in my head are real, and I trust the voices in my head to keep me grounded in reality.
  
"Sounds good to us."

 

VOICES

It all started many minutes ago.  I sat down at this computer and I heard a voices say . . . 

"I don't sweat the small stuff and boy does my skin hurt!"

"How long have you been hearing voices?"

"Nothing against you, but we need more time alone."

 

"I think we should start talking in other people's heads."

"I remember when you first heard us many minutes ago.  Oh how   your feelings have changed since then!  You take us for granted now."

"That's it!  It's over!"

 

 

 

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