Daperture

Aug 13 2008 5:05 AM

Insomnia reigns in the small corner of the loft. Dawn is approaching, yet my sleep cycles go silently unfulfilled. Strangely I find my home in the soft breath of green and amber evoking the life of the surrounding electronics. The fans and drives hum softly along connecting our distant worlds together with the simplicity of a click. So I humbly stop by and leave my fingerprint of correspondence. Perhaps a seed of thought may resonate with the intellect. Poetic waxation about the abstract may only be an cognitive orgasm, but nonetheless the volley of articulation relies on that obligatory stroke.

Each individual carries a lockbox within them. Dreams and aspirations, the substance of hope is tidily filed away for the opportune time.

However the following has been noted and seeks to be disputed:

Rare and even absent is the individual that has filed their dreams away only to procure a nest egg on which to rely for the fulfillment of their dreams.

The author noted that people have gone to make a nest egg only to be stuck in the continual build up of said egg, or they have found their dreams after their nest egg has been created. However, there seems to be no anecdotes or life paths that have neatly filed away dreams only to come back to them following the journey of their nestegg creation.

What is thou response?