Cliche

Why is it the moon. The cliche has invaded me. The earth is round. There are no other primal shapes in the universe. Life is an orb. And then the human form. It is so accurate. There could be no other higher intelligent life forms that do not possess a head of some sort, eyes, and if not ears, most probably a mouth...thats if it functions on brainwaves alone, like in a dream instead like a civilion, but more than likely these higher beings have arms, hands, two legs, feet and so on. This disturbs me. Life is one, a baloon like superstructure, one end out the other in, and it breaths through the same nostril, there is no escaping this sameness. And it seems to me the evolution of fashion developed somehow in a computer. Each style is so belonging to its era, there is no inconsistency, no leap...Then sometimes I wonder, is everyone God (except me). Is God so bored with the limitations of this thing called life that he invented multiplicity of self, this thought makes me very happy, god being playful, I like games. God keeping it a secret from me. You the reader being God, yes, I like that. Sylvia Plath, whom I strongly identify with, and whom I look uncannily like, once wrote that she wanted to be limitless (except I never wanted to be God myself), so did Jack, my lost love, he said he wanted to see things through other peoples eyes, especially the eyes of great artists. I find it amazing that these two prominent figures in my intellectual and love life could be expressing the same thing. Only God would want to be God in the world where I am the only human. Even my mother is totally overprotective, I have no freedom. I never really wanted it. I am complacent. Did you program me that way? Am I a biological computer... dose that make you lonely dear God?

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