An older song

no connection between phrases, photographs or words; just some emerging and ordinary thoughts

I'm listening to an older song today, from "conquest of paradise".

Are we still trying to conquer it ? Or we struggle on a constant road between heaven and hell, or the way we should see them.

I don't see a different reality, I just make my own.

Trying to learn, I'm sometimes forgetting to pause and think. I will learn how to pause.

Sartre said existence precedes essence. He never said what precedes existence. It's probability essence.

I've tried counting the stars once. I gave up, there weren't enough stars. Then I tried to count the numbers. Problem was, I had no numbers to count with. I used them all on the stars.

I'm becoming more fascinated by thees stupid chairs all around. It's probability my lack of numbers.

The idea here is no idea. Or to many ideas.