The Story (of Day One, that is)

Last night, on my late night freeway flying to see an old friend, I was struck by a particularly vibrant idea. It was one of those notions that stood out from the rest of my thoughts, distinct in its energy. Like it was more real than the others.

I want my life to be the complex and beautiful answer to this simple question -
How can I do the greatest possible good?

I didn't want to forget it. I wanted to write it down, or text it to someone. I thought about calling someone and having them write it down, but ruled it out because of the no hands phone laws. Ultimately I decided I would just have to trust in its independent life to reassert itself in my mind.

Hung out with the old friend, met some new ones, and the notion was gone. Not a second thought.

The moment I sat back in my car to fly home through the empty roads of LA (a spooky attribute of midnight driving in the City of Angels) the idea came into perfect clarity once again. It had been waiting. Now I sat, window down, as stars, office buildings, and headlights streak and twinkle, mulling it over in my head. How can I?

By the time I had arrived home, I had moved into a inner realm where fatigue has no power and all my ideas buzz nervously as they wait to be written down. I grab a few things from home, but then proceed to my office. Its my only connection to the electronic world.

Linkin Park is cranked, and so am I. The writing is less a rational pursuit and more of just... spewing. As I'm writing this idea, others start swirling in response. Its all I can do to keep up with it all. I hammer down two and a half hours of notions. No original ideas in this batch. Every one is a thing I've said, thought, acted on, or ranted about.

Pet peeves...

Personal realizations...

Criticisms of society...

Responses to classic philosophical dilemmas...

Calls to arms...

It all just comes out. The I is me, and confidently. The you is similarly authoritative. Even though I've been through each of these ideas in the past, there is something different going on here. A kind of inertia or gestalt to this process, like each of these little gems is contextualized by the others. Like what was a haze or cloud was suddenly becoming very, very solid.

Oh, like a bunch of floating glaciers that had been kinda aimlessly making their way through the flow that suddenly collided, slowly, but with such inertia that they instantly fused to each other. Just like that.

I end, not with the ending, just at the point that I'm confident that I've really started something.