You thought I'd leave you, huh? I almost did. I was reading my past entries and realized the whole conundrum eardrum fee-fi-fo-fummery of poetry and writing. Logically, its all a bunch of shit. Seriously, "jingle jangle morning"? What the fuck? It doesn't mean anything. To try to reasonably extract some sort of meaning is very hard to do, and even when one can, its just for the sake of finding real meaning. that's why books and songs (less so poetry) are so special because you can't "scientifically" prove their power and in animal minds they mean nothing. Perhaps it is the human power to create aesthetic meaning for these incomprehensibles. Of course, a lot of it is actual crap artsy-fartsy whatnot, but what isn't is amazing and how we can enjoy it is beyond me. And the fact that it takes such little time to create something so massive and interpretable (take Dylan's ten minute writing of Blowin In The Wind or Kerouac's few weeks of writing On The Road) is astounding to say the least, sure most of it is stream of consciousness, but if it comes from the mind than surely it must be more than nonsense.