Rula, I believe, it was meant to be that life would be a challenge. To suffer some anxiety, some depression, some disappointment, even some failure is normal. That we may learn that if we have a miserable day once in a while, or several in a row, and we stand steady to face them, things will straighten out. There is great purpose in our struggle in life. This is what I see.

I see we're on the same wavelength Rula. Nice to know one's not alone.

Most of our 'pressure' is internally generated - perception, subjective interpretation of stimuli, and we clothe ourselves in a mantle of gravity. Whatever the purpose of dreams, I guess 'truth' is more likely to more likely to come to us, straighten us out, when consciousness is looking the other way :) Emotionally, this leaves me with the impression of a two-way spiral trajectory gathering momentum rather than a symmetrical cycle - more conflation, less deflation :> ...'emotional pallet' is an inspired image, contrasting a chromatic metaphor with the irony of a 'place to rest'. Well, I felt exhausted after reading and re-reading this - energy well worth expending :))

Breaking the paradigms and purging the buffers becomes a therapy for odd-shaped souls living in boxes. Great read with tremendous insight.

The room is filled. Filled with the data’s, impressions and suggestions, many of them contradictory, of various densities and intensities, depending on the reinforcement; depending on the repetitions. There’s hardly any room for any thing new. Not because the room cannot accommodate more but because there are data’s, impressions and suggestions, barricading any thing which doesn’t fit into the paradigm of what is stored in this store. This also means that one is free to fill what one is filled with. One is free to know what is already known. But what, when one realizes the falsity of the known which is already known? Obviously one need to ‘Dig out the roots from the depths’ in order to break the paradigm, which tantamount to emptying the space.
Yes, unless the room is cleaned of all the refuge of the known, the beauty of the unknown can’t be filled in.
Talking out, writing out, are the ways to defuse this pressure of the known but only when it’s not an indulgence but aimed at breaking the paradigm. Break it Rula. Clean the room. The beauty will enter when the room is clean.

Rula, S2 defines it well. So many times I start writing - journaling - not knowing what's there, just letting the pen flow and something comes to the surface. And, I think, "Now where did that come from?" What appears so clear during the day, or so I think, changes at night when sensory input from so many different pollutions is gone. I sometimes ration the "truths" because I know my limits, even if others don't. All too often it happens that others push my boundaries, then I have to redefine them through things, like you said, "...[I] didn't know wasn't there..."
~Chelle~

Sometimes it's like a box stuffed with potatoes. One more and the box explodes. I sometimes wonder how much input one brain can endure before it employs the zip drive of the soul. Actually, I think I keep it all on floppy anyway. My brain is traditionally smaller than average, so I'm limited to begin with. Sorry.....I'll stop now. Seriously though, I know what you mean. All this processing and for what? I so often wonder about what this being human accomplishes, exactly?

i'll just pretend like you're not the deepest thinking poet on this site. this piece is no exception to your game as it dissects the capacity of our own thought process. what do we think when we're not thinking and where do those thoughts go? what a web you've spun...what a load it must be to unleash this stuff from your brain ;) rula you take the cake. you really force us all to think. fabulousness.