ok, so first off

ok, so first off, let's just get to the bottom of everything. of course, i'm talking about REALITY. yeay, that's a good one tall, you gonna tell us about reality. well, i'm agonna try.

here's something i wrote down today, or something approximately what i wrote down, i gave the original to a friend and i'm still waiting to hear back from him.

here it goes:

the emotions we put into things are more real than the things themselves. without us, the thing is nothing more than the homogeneous stuff that all matter and energy is made from, uniformly bound to be that sameness that characterizes all of existence. but with us, it is a bottle, it is empty, it is love, it is friendship, it is music, it is light, it's a phone, a book, a lover, a river, a rock, a woods, a tree, a falling leaf, a feeling, happiness, love. so the thing that we say is empty is not empty the way that we say it is...it is more empty than we can say it is, the fullness that things have is only our perception of them. the empty beer bottle on the desk is empty because the only difference between it and the air surrounding it and inside it and the desk it's on and the beer that was in it but now isn't and everything else, is that I gave meaning to differentiate between the empty beer bottle and everything else...