How I lost my self in time. It's an interesting story, really, quite the experience! It's wondrous, the inhalation of smoke and what it does to one's perception of time. I found that it was quite impressive, how the ability to hold attention to my point in lateral space and time, was nearly non-existent. Minutes would go to hours, while hours would go to minutes. I am being informed that my explanation of this phenomena of time is quite ridiculous...

I protest and call this accusation a treacherous fallacy!


Lost in time, I most certainly am!

My informer has asked that I put more detail, and describe my thought process during my time lapse, thus ensuing the probability of me being lost in time, thus experiencing said thought processing losses. Just experienced one now, perfect time for dissection.

ACT I
Justin sits, leaning back in chair, with keyboard on lap, typing away at a computer screen.
Justin: (sighing) It's interesting. Describing my self mid time lapse. I find it's difficult to multi-task, as each action I take requires quite an amount of concentration. I find my mind, clouded by an infinite amount of thoughts, constantly changing and morphing. It's difficult to maintain any certain thought, everything clicks my curiosity on. Curiosity. That's something very human. They say curiosity killed the cat, I can make a good guess here and assume it's killed just as many, if not more, humans, than cats.

Justin pauses his typing, looks up from his key board, and finishes a sentence. He pauses to read over it, then places his key board onto his desk. He then straightens him self up, removing his legs from on top of his desk, stands up, brushes himself off, and exits SL. He re-enters the scene with a box wheat thins, munching away, sits back down, and resumes earlier position, typing, and munching, away.

Justin: I just sat and re-read my entire proof as of now twice. This was not necessary, and I would not have done it had I had control over my thought processes, which is plagued by time lapses. (He stops, and eats crackers by the handful and stares the the screen, laughing a bit.) I question my choice in using this experience as my proof. I understand that there are people who would make me feel great shame for my actions, as I used to be one of those people myself. Yet, I can be proud of this experience, if only for the level of my understanding of myself right now.(Repeats the last "cracker" movement.) Look at me, everything is distracting, I can't even get past my introduction into the root of my discussion! Damn it! Be right back.

He stops and stares at the screen again, gets up, and turns around.
Curtain.

ACT II
Justin sits in front of computer, now with another bag, this time chips, on his desk. He continues to type an talk.
Justin: Damn it! I just went to type out my main point of this, and my mind got lost twice! Once for thinking I could use this proof for two tasks (something I frown upon), the task Wrong Direction. Metaphorically going the wrong way on the way to something important, which missing could affect me in a very great way. I cant' find a way to focus, and reach my main point of this writing! And that is my philosophy on existence, and the importance of understanding in my life. Understanding! God how i strive for that! Imagine, if we understood ourselves, understood our environments! Why do we breathe, and talk today? How did we begin? What else is out there? Why are we like the way we are? What makes us who we are?" Plato brings up the very point in his book Protagoras. The dialog questions "Is a man born virtuous, or is virtue something taught through life?". It's frustrating that the dialog with no one really making a decision about what it is. I just realized I've been writing for like an hour. Time lapse. That is kinda frustrating. I usually enjoy them, but I'm trying really hard to concentrate right now. It's all priorities, and I apparently have them mixed up. Anyway, talking about the dialog got me to thinking about a quote from it that I enjoy, it talks about when a man's mind can be taken away by things such as love and pain and lust, etc. Here, I'll share it with you (pauses, and clicks around a bit with the mouse, pauses, and reads out.) Now the rest of the world are of opinion that knowledge is a principle not of strength, or of rule, or of command: their notion is that a man may have knowledge, and yet that knowledge which is in him may be overmastered by anger, or pleasure, or
pain, or love, or perhaps fear - just as if knowledge were a slave, and might be dragged about anyhow... that men are commonly supposed to know the things which are best, and not do them when they might? And most persons whom I have asked the reason of this have said that when men act contrary to knowledge they are overcome by pain, pleasure, or some of those affections which i was just now mentioning Yes, Socrates, he replied; and that is not the only point about which mankind are in error. (pauses) God, that is such a great quote. I absolutely love that quote. (laughs). That answers questions, but asks so many more! Why is it that one can be so overcome by anger, or pleasure, or pain, or love, or fear? Why does it have this sort of power over one's self? What can I do to learn to control these emotions? Is there a way to control them? What would that feel life? What kind of existence would that be? Having the ability to be above yourself, not so much as being yourself, as being a 3rd party, guiding yourself. Is that worth my questioning? Will all of my meditation and studying end for me having a non-personal experience? Is it really non-personal though? Knowing everything, inside and out, including one's self. I imagine having to concentrate on the universe and yourself at the same time would be difficult. Perhaps that is why god is never really personified in the Christian bible. It would be hard to have any sort of physical form on any plane of existence, while concentrating on infinity. That's probably why he could only really appear as a burning bush. Not being able to concentrate, a lot like my self right now. Interesting connection there!

He pauses, and looks at the screen, rubs his eyes, pauses, then stands up and walks away.
Curtain

ACT III
He enters with a glass of water, sits, and continues typing, with a new sort of determination.
These time lapses are getting frustrating! I can't get anything across, in any detail! (he goes to get a sip of water, but knocks the glass over, spilling water.) Fuck! I got water all over my djembe! Alright, that's it. These lapses are getting too frustrating. I feel like I've been typing for days, though I know it's only been a few hours. Which, considering the amount of writing, is ridiculous and a bit embarrassing. It all goes to my time lapses. It makes me think that my main consciousness, me, gets caught up on one idea, and is choked out of concentration by an infinite amount of useless ideas and thought patterns! That's how I got lost in time! I was choked out of existence, thus observing myself from a different plane of existence. Away from time and it's control over our realities. (laughs) That was easier than I thought. And it all goes back to a cigarette. (sighs) I guess I'll talk to you later.

He gets up, walks towards the door, and the lights fade as a cigarette lights up.
Curtain.

Well, there's a quick scene describing my loss in time. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.