Realization in bloom

The biographical nature of art is my first thought today. Others, because they want to believe in the words or give them a power they chose to believe that they mean something equally provoking to the artist who gave them life. The lead singer for Nickelback once commented on that belief and said that it is only partially biographical for him and definately not in the production, but in repeated performance the song seem to mold his life. I have noticed this truth throughout my life in is the I/O principle. What goes in eventually comes out. I think that is why we are asked to seek out good things if we want a good life.

The art and literature we consume becomes the tint for the glasses through which we see all things.

I suggest this find evidence in how married people or adopted children all take on similarities
And why they say, "You are what you eat."

I just cannot simplify it much, what I learned from a hour long fireside that told the influence media has on us, conciously and subconciously. Everyone can understand it well when we talk about the choice people make to play shooter video games and then express similar violence.

I can do with out many things but I cannot do without Love. This is my second thought.  I considered. My life and what it needed vs. What it wanted to grow. I concluded in perfect agreement of my heart and mind that I could actually do without so many things I have, but I could not thrive without Love.

I have decided after last night, that I need to start a dream journal, a big reason is to try to clarify to myself the things I was thinking through in my sleep, because, frankly interpretting the meaning of waking up with a song, though it influences my thoughts all day and causes me to discover some fascinating things, it is simply not enough to truly understand and appreciate myself.

My dreams are so life like I have a hard time sometimes telling them from reality. But, unlike reality, many significant details are missing. Clearly, I am no dream architech, like on Inception.

Last night, for instance, I was traveling with children and marooned, and sort of picked up by someone. I felt so grateful, but this person wanted to help, but wanted,me to know that they could not do the things they assumed I needed. My burden waa that they know that they were already help enough and did actually give all I needed and I did not actually even want financial assistance and I wanted them to know that, we stopped at a McDonald's and felt responsible for me and my kids, but I woke up. I have no idea where we were or where we were going or who was with me or why.

My last thought was the comment that my ancestors are dependant on me to do their work, and I marvel at this because it has already been done, or maybe something is wrong and I need to find it. Or else it is a chinck in my armor of faith...