Why do we do this?

What’s wrong?

Mixing the lines and conceptions, of our own “reality,” our mind; then to have them watched by the strange public. People we probably don’t even like, or at least some of them.

Why did Walt Disney make Disneyland?

The curse or blessing of creativity or the pompous ego of a powerful or powerless maniac?

The belief, mostly false at times, that you have something others should hear or could be helped from, or that your thoughts are worth the lives, or time, of others.

How dare we call ourselves important? Or is it that we see the meaningless and want to color it a bit?

Couch slobs can be critical of the ego-bots that are projected before them on their judgment window without trying to do it themselves.

We can’t.

We are stuck.

Yes, you, you have “it.”

Why did Walt Disney make Disneyland?

I have to make a movie. I have to finish my script. I need to rehearse. Who do we cast?

What did you shoot it on?

All in the mix of it all, spinning on a giant ball in space.

You, me and our visions and dreams.

It is all we have or have found above the normalcy of lives pleasures.

So, we will wake up tomorrow never have really made our best movie, or have done our best work, or have not finished something.

The lack of satisfaction. The need for control. The desire to project and to conceal the inevitable end that life brings us.

To leave something permanent or at least socially pertinent till the couch slobs change their tastes.

Why did Walt Disney make Disneyland? - Because he knew it was impossible. Someone told him no. They told him he was crazy,

Well, according to Walt, he just wanted a place he could take his kids and other families could do the same.

Disneyland is like being in a movie.

Time is ticking.

Anyway…

What was I saying?