I may be crazy, but what do I know. I had a day dream of what could be, it was strange and out of this world. My whole life planned out before me. I’m reminded of what Justin said, “I’ll still be living long after your die. That’s what happens to healthy people. They die ironically and too soon.”

I’m reminded again of David’s words, “I don’t believe him, he lies all the time.” Maybe it’s true; I just can’t see though. The lies come out of my eyes, my words believe what I see.

“I know everything!” I shout; David quickly responds, “What is the third word on the cover?” I quickly say, “I don’t know, but there is a stipulation. I know everything within my ‘experience.’” He picks up the book and flashes it before my eyes. He asks again, “What is the third word?” Thinking for a moment I wonder, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if I got it right?’

I cannot lie, so I tell the truth. “I don’t know.”

He’s caught me in a lie; beside me Nic says, “You don’t know everything!” he’s right I don’t know anything.

Back to where I am, I can’t trust what I see; maybe that’s the lie. Opening my mind, using my imagination. It flows into the wild.

A new life starts today.

Back in my chair I remember where I am, the TV is on inside. Thinking about TV I wonder how things get recorded. By being captured they stay real; there is proof of their existence. This can be said for all forms of recorded history, news papers, videos, paper, rock paintings, digitally and physically. Even inside of me there are physical recordings; in my brain connections of neurons make memories, associations and everything else.

The night is growing more clearly, my eyes adjust to the light. I become comfortable with the solid ground and begin to see it. My mind fills in the blacks where my senses fail; soon it will be clear. Remembering that I am of space and time, senses recording in real time filtered by the heart.

My brain is powerful, it can do many things; go with it, see what it might bring. Closing my eyes again, I imagine what I see. I am not looking, so the sounds fill in the blanks, much more is possible now that my eyes are no longer deceiving. Mind running smoothly, slip into my prime going to see things differently one more time. I know what I am and what I must do; I slip back inside.

Pressing the button lights flash in the front of the book, the screen lights up, theres are blurry picture. It’s bright and difficult to see. More changing screens, then it flickers black, lighting up again the screen stays constant. It’s still very bright, there are all sorts of colours. Slowly discovering there are words and pictures, the pictures look like TV but they are brightly coloured and real.

Twenty-five years ago most people would not have known what a computer was, let alone a laptop. Facebook and YouTube would be beyond their understanding; they wouldn’t have known how to use a mouse. The world changes so fast, especially in these modern days.

I’m outside, thinking about imagination and what it can do. Consider myself: a being of space and time. Looking around the fenced back yard, I hear lots of sounds, I hear something on the ground. Looking all over to discover the sources, I turn around again. I hear running water; closing my eyes. Imagining myself in the shower, everything is so clear; I could really be there.

I discover there is more to life, and it is all possible. Just imagine and it will happen, but something holds me back, I wonder if this is going too far. I may not be able to, at least not yet. Lots of change is possible, it is not so far away.

A moment, opening my eyes. Thinking of what I heard the day before, “super charge your brain with imagination.” This is what it is all about, I can do it! Just figure it out; it’s only a matter of time before I can truly work my mind.

The screen flashes back, I need to turn this off, it’s too wild. What is modern life? It’s a good deal different from the past; we have it better now. This man is calling for fuel consumption, it’s been a lifetime and the same fears still exist, so little has changed. This space and time is different. We are better we say, we may be right but we are probably wrong. Someone from back then wouldn’t understand our media.

The door bell rings. Getting up and walking to the door, a man hands me a box; it’s different from a regular box, it has funny pictures on it. I’ve never seen anything like this before, a box for the future; this must be Darth Vader. My new alien friend says, “Sign here! You get this wonderful box and everything it contains.” Smiling, the door closes and he walks away.

Looking at the box, determined to find out what’s inside. Cutting the tape with a Swiss army knife, the contents are exposed; there’s some sort of red space foam inside. Thinking, ‘This must be some sort of alien death ray device!’ Pulling the contents from the box, something new is revealed. It’s made of bright Tupperware and steel. Unwrapping it, I quickly discover what looks like a thick plastic book. It’s made out of things I have not seen before. There is a piece of paper sticking to the book. It says, ‘Press here to open by sliding the switch.’ Doing this, a table of buttons lies before me and a shinny screen, it’s bigger than any TV I have ever seen before. There is another piece of paper, it’s pointing to a circle with a line halfway through it.

I have been told that I lie. Today David said, “I don’t believe anything he says, he lies!” I don’t think I lie a lot; I’m sarcastic and say things I don’t mean, but that’s not lying, is it? I don’t know… this may be something to consider. What does it say about me? Am I insane?

The interest rates were too high in the 80’s, now they’re too low. The news is a serious joke, listening to these people, giving reasons for how the interest rates have affected them. All stories, no facts. Now there is nothing but advertisements, and questions with leads to new products. The questions are fixed too, an easy solution exists, it’s not mentioned; there is no money in truth. Businesses are in the business of making money.

Flashing back to this space and time, I remember where I am. The living room watching the boob tube, the news is backwards, are these people serious? Oww this is actually a show; it really happened in the past, this news is from the 80’s, a year before I was born. The stories are surreal, everything seems so bad; wow life really does get better! Doesn’t it?