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Hey! My name is Jacob, and I want to officially welcome you to my blog formally known as Writs and Rants. Who am I, you ask? I am a wonderer, thinker, promoter of common sense, and a lover of poetry and starry nights. This is my place to write what I may and I hope that I can offer some, if not insights, entertainment to any and all who visit. Fair warning though, this might get a little existential, etherial and or melancholic. But yeah, just don't worry about that. It's totally normal:)  

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Deep in the Human Unconscious

March 21, 2016

Entry 3

I’ve been thinking. I have a lot of time to do that. And funny enough, it’s time that I’ve thinking about. But before I get into that, and beside the fact that I am turning green, I have something that I have seriously considered not mentioning in this journal that I feel needs to be acknowledged. Well, maybe it has to do with turning green actually. I’m turning into an alien for hells sake.

Anyway, I’ll start with my migration patterns. I’m finding myself trekking further into the darkness when it comes time to sleep, and what’s more is that I travel sunward after I wake up. You might think that this is a conscious choice, which to some degree it is, but I’ve noted that it is largely an instinctual behavior. I am driven to this by some internal biology crafted over millennia of evolution based on a 24 hour period of Earths rotation. It has me automatically creating my own night-day cycles by means of wandering to and from the light and the dark sides. Instead of staying in one spot while the rotation of the Earth drives the sun across the sky, I am the one orbiting it’s surface, or rather pingponging back and forth, in order to sync up to appease some deep recess of my internal physiology. It’s uncanny. I wonder what should happen when my physical ability to trek further toward one end of the light and the other begins to lose ground to my system’s ability to adapt to my circumstances. I’v walked hundreds of feet into the void, every sleep I feel like I can see more in that darkness. It’s amazing how fast biology adapts.

Obviously I am getting more accustomed to the dark. From what I can perceive though there is less of interest in the darkness as there is in the lightness. You’d think the bright side would see a decrease in vegetation as the sun’s perpetual rays would more easily sop up the hydration within the plants. The darkness should be a frozen tundra, while the light side should be a barren desert. But this doesn’t appear to be the case. Why this should be so perplexes me. A deeper investigation of these leaves has, though, left me thinking in amazement that they might be all a part of the same organism. One plant engulfing the entirety of the world. What an idea. The imagination flies. I wonder. Could these plants, or this plant counter the demands of the extremes of temperature by utilizing some sort of central regulating system, allotting the sun scotched side more hydrations, while exerting more energy to keep the dark side roots and leaves from freezing? It is astounding.

But aside from all of the scientific inquiry, I address something of which I can only speak of in scientific terms as a possible side effect of cognitive distress. Although, this is a very difficult thing to write, I’ve been seeing flashes of light. At first, I thought they were some magnetospheric phenomena similar to an aurora, but I’ve never heard of northern lights following you as you walked. In fact a purple light came to me the other night while I was trying to sleep. It lit up the darkness, and for a moment I thought I could almost see Lieutenant Bailey in the wisps. How do you differentiate psychosis from reality in a world that does in actuality exist whilst simultaneously exhibiting some of the strangest natural phenomena ever measurable. Everything here defies convention. But does this lend credence to the idea that I haven’t per-se, lost my mind? To play it safe I must assume that I am, for the time being, hallucinating, yet, this certainly represents something of utmost interest to any psychologists or physicists alike. [Commander Dalton quotes a passage from Frank Herbert’s Dune at this point yet he makes no effort to offer a citation. It’s been argued that he knew it was well known of him that Dune was one of his favorite works of fiction and considering his extraworldly ordeals he felt little need to formally acknowledge this fact.] “Deep in [the] human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the [real] universe is always one step beyond logic.” For the sake of science, I will record every instance I have with those lights. They are becoming prevalent.

Dalton out.

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