reflecting on a dream

inordinate amounts of background time are spent for no apparent good reason in simply turning on my computer and sacrificing an occasional virgin for its appeasement. a wonderfully stupid thing to do (well, let's make that two things) is/are 1. click the 'next blog' button on the blogger.com site, which will likely take you to a site which will try to force programs on you and definitely install trojan viruses without any prior knowledge on your behalf. 2. open one's blog up to the general public, where some sad soul might post cliche and strugglingly blasphemous drivel as comments to one of your posts, with no regard to the content of your place. the obvious disadvantage to the beginner like myself is that the comment can neither be removed nor can the 'anonymous commentor' accept a response from me. thanks for the hosting, blogger.com, but these are serious faults in a shared environment.

that said, i had a great dream last night about a barren yet preternatural brick courtyard that was conceived minimally yet colorfully (purples and greens) in places. with a modicum of practice, one could (in the dread, mind you) manipulate a set of trinkets to acheive transcendence on various levels in this meditation environment, if it were only so easy. spirituality, as the word is lobbed around, is humanity's cruel dog, manipulated and filtered through thousands of minds and motives, losing meaning and connectedness on the personal and subjective level, replaced only with ritual. can't we just skip the pretexts and find the shortcuts? cut past the incentives and judging of others to the unquestionable contact that defies my description but not my memory? we have already died and/or not yet been born for its value on the trade in. it's not worth it, the drama.