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Cannon_Fodder
Not so Fiendish Admin
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 Posted - 01/11/2006 : 16:24:41
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Walking home on tuesday after training I got to the pond outside my front door, and just decided to look out over it, it was a clear night and quite beautiful.
Then a thought dawned on me (that's not the surprising experience bit it was a close second!) I was looking at the reflections of the trees in the pond and wondering how well I could discern the difference, or whether the reflection actually had a greater beauty/awe inspiration than the original image above the waterline.
Invariably my mind works faster than a lonely person in freshers week, i was wondering whether in the eyes of a child whether you could ultimately tell the difference between the reflection and the original trees from a distance. Then thinking on the techniques that had been done at training, or in general, have I been seeing the techniques as the reflection or the original, have I been kidding myself into believing what I see in techniques is what actually is there or the reflection skewed by the ripples of my own mind.
I laughed at myself, and walked up to my house.
(Apologies to Jo for my weird smile on walking into the house this was one of the reasons)
Would anybody else care to share similarly weird experiences?
Or commit me to the looney asylum?
Matt
In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switerzland they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock
Orson Welles
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Kind of a weird experience
