It seems like lately I have no ability to rise above the busy noise of day to day life and enjoy my life as thinking, dreaming, living being. I am trapped in other people’s versions of the world, and frankly, I am bored by the small rooms they build to surround their lives so they don’t have to use their minds too actively. So much of the world is about data and objective reasoning, which in their place serve a purpose, but I need more imagination and joy mixed in. I need to paint ceiling with unlimited spaces and my walls with the world all around. So I will let the part of my mind that handles the part of the world that is nailed down and painted by the numbers, and let my dreams take me to other places where there are no walls and no nails, only things of light and music and maybe a few scary monsters just to keep it interesting.