Inspiration and Profound Thoughts come to me on the Wings of Cows...Who would have thought?

Here some imfamous quotes from the all thinking Kacie Renn Lynshah:



"Order is easy. We all know that."

"Randomness is a trick of the brain through interpretation."

"And in all the months of my great silence, I did forget how to speak."

"Impossible things are all an illusion."

"The endless circles of my thoughts provide a lovely track for your chasing games."

"Quotation marks are the stupidest thing, but commas, however, rock my mismatched socks."

I just finished reading a book by Libba Bray called Going Bovine, and it was the best book I've read in a long time. Funny thing though: I didn't really understand what happened. It was strange in the way that the story didn't really have a definate ending and that the story line wasn't completely solid.

It got me thinking:

Order is easy.
It's easy to understand, easy to simulate, easy.
To be told where you're going, knowing that there's a plan.
Soooo Easy.
Random is harder. It's something you don't understand, can't, because there is seemingly no order.
Wouldn't it be ironic if those two things were actually connected? I'll come back to that later.
How do you express randomness? When everthing inside of you screams for order, but you want to resist with everything you've got. Don't get me wrong; order isn't always a bad thing. but it isn't always good either. Sometimes randomness feels right. It keeps you in the moment, the one happening right now. And now. and now.

What's right and wrong? What's good and bad? They are like question and answer; one following the other. Niether exist because they can reverse roles anytime, in any circumstances.
So, theres' no good or bad. that means that they do not apply to randomness and order.

What about choices? Right now I'm choosing to write this. What other choices do I have? I could talk to my family, call one of my friends. Maybe they need talking to, and I'm doing something bad by ignoring them. I could be reading a book, gaining inpiration to write a book myself that will change somebody's life. I could be practicing my choir music so that I don't such come March when my concert is. There are endless choices.
What then happens to all of the other choices that I did not decide to use? Where do they go? Do they exist some place else, in a world where I did choose them? It can't be as simple as them dissapearing, never wanted, never taken advantage of. How sad would that be?

So: Good/Bad, Random/Order, Choice/Other Choice/Desicion.

Then what about reality? What is it? How do we know it's real? Where is the proof? Is anything real? Or do you just leave it all to Enterpretation?
Oh, I want this to be real.
But it's not.
I think this is real.
You're wrong. This is real!
Tow different realities. All from choices. All from random order, all from our thoughts and morals based on what we think is good and bad. they are ALL CONNECTED.

It's sort of like wearing foggy glasses. I can kind of make out shapes and colors, but not clearly. I've talked before about not being able to see the big picture. What if there isn't one? What if it is all randomness? Although randomness has to have a purpose, right?
I would like to think that fate is real, that there's a plan out there, designed just for me, involving others who entwine their own fates with my own. But if there isn't, randomness is okay, for now. I want to live in the moment. And I also believe that if your fate turns out to not be that great, then randomnesss should be able to change it, just because it makes you live in the moment. That's all the reality I need.

When I started this mental conversation, I thought I knew what I was talking about, but now that I've thought about this more thouroughly, I think I'm wrong. I wanted randomness, and I guess that I still do. But it kind of bothers me not to have a little order. And it baffles me that I want order. (I don't see why human beings feel the need to fasten themselves so tightly to order and reality. It's a strange weakness, and I think it is possibly because those things make them feel more in control when they absolutely aren't. Or it could be that those things are really the only things they can hang on too, because everything else is unreliable. )
But nevertheless, I do want some order, just not an abundance of it.
Anyway, I had the incorrect idea that, even though neither is good of bad, randomness was better than order. But they are actually equal. One can't be without the other.
Randomness exists because it wants to irritate order; because order can never organize randomness. But order is there because it wants--NEEDS--to organize randomness. There is always that motivation, that feeling of "Almost there..." They eternally chase eachother, around out thoughts, around the world.
My thoughts running in circles are their track.

But which one of these two things are natural? Which came first? Is there an answer to that question?

Those are just some of the things that that book got me thinking about. Really, I haven't even scratched the surface. But I can tell you that there will probably be more to come, everytime I reread Going Bovine. Which will be a lot. I'm planning on taking it to college with me.

Thanks for reading! I love.

(P.S. I'm going to be bringing back story corner very soon, if anyone cares. It's just been hard to find time to write it in the midst of expanding my mind, reading as much as I can, writing songs, groaning and bashing my head over how much my book sucks in comparison to Going Bovine, and eating way too many Valinetine's day cookies. Seriously, I'm fat now. So, sorry.)

(P.P.S. Oh, and Jessi, if you're out there somewhere.... Hi! I adulate you, seriously.)