Friday, June 4, 2010

The fear of being real...

When I was a kid I used to think for a while that if I didn't touch something solid I would cease to be real... (bigger)

While I had forgotten this phase (all kids have strange phases) this image reminded me of it...

It's nice to remember that before the number of beliefs about the world and how it works build up to a stable point - life was almost always exciting - worth every moment (no matter how strange and confusing those moments happen to be).