“I already have a plan… I’m waiting for my real life to begin!”
SoberHigh is a notion, of going through life with an utterly high psyche, while maintaining a Sober Physical existence…
The Sober reality is the rational reality:
Where Sanity is sustained, life is logical, events proceed to make sense… and ultimately everything falls in place.
The “High” stipulation, is where the Chaos reigns:
Life is surreal everyone is twisted, a bizarre circus of freaks… actions are no longer actions, they are occurrences, with no reasonable motivations or purpose…
“It is purpose that drives us Neo! It is purpose that binds us”
Perception shifts into something delusional, and after a while ceases to be perception at all and starts to be an apparition or a series of incoherent visions…
It is the toxication of the otherwise consistent and uniform mind, it is the logic of the illogic… The wisdom of the no-rationale
Soberism is ultimately a fusion of realism, with illusion… to generate a world of actuality, idealism, optimism, romanticism, certainty, fiction, fantasy, ecstasy, madness and Anarchy
The mayhem of body and spirituality
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Let the lucid dreams begins,
A Sober space
In mathematics, particularly in topology, a sober space is a particular kind of topological space.
Specifically, a space X is sober if every irreducible closed subset of X is the closure of exactly one singleton of X: that is, has a unique generic point. An irreducible closed subset of X is a nonempty closed subset of X which is not the union of two proper closed subsets of itself.
Not all spaces are sober, Sobriety is not comparable to the separation axiom condition.
Sobriety of X is precisely a condition that forces the lattice of open subsets of X to determine X up to homeomorphism, which is relevant to pointless topology.
Sobriety makes the specialization preorder a directed complete partial order, characterized by particular completeness properties.
Sober, a song by Tool:
There’s a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called “must we”
just because the son has come.
Jesus, won’t you ****ing whistle
something but the past and done?
Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.