18 July 2012
I find myself becoming more involved with Opuss as each day passes, it is incredible to read so many thoughts, gripes, loves, instructions, poems and stories, all in one place. So many adventures, rants and raves, just about everything there has been, is and has yet to be.
At first my Opuss world was limited to the few I was following and my followers. A poem here, a story there, just toying with it whenever I had a moment of stillness to fill. How easy it is to become accustomed to the same old, same old. Then I wondered what I was missing? I looked further afield, started to view what others have liked and opened up the caverns of posts so far hidden from me. And so I now spend far too much time enjoying myself, wanting and needing to spend more and more time reading and reading.
So many different perspectives, personalities and points of view. From the mundane to the extremities of this Universe I now travel, the past and the future and the now. Just let me thank you all, once again, meow, meow, meow!!!
Ps. I wonder too whether we take our memories and thoughts with us when we die, or are they distributed amongst the living? To whoever gets mine, good luck, treat them kindly, not like faded photos, creased and dog-eared, too easily discarded. Especially care for those about Anne... And ignore those about whoever relieved me of my windscreen wipers the other evening... And so what if I fart in the lift or leave the toilet seat up (I don't really)... And, oh yeah? Prove it...
Curiosity Filled The Cat • Opuss № I