F*** John Mayer

Be serious. It echo's through my head, adding gravity to my thoughts. Afterall, they are important, massive thoughts which really ought to have their own gravitational pull. I'm surprised other thoughts aren't orbiting around mine right now, massive as they are. Oh to be serious, the most ultimate of ego trips.

In the material world (read : Madonna's World), gravity serves to keep us grounded. It does all sorts of important things. When taken too seriously it prevents all sorts of others, such as man (or woman) reaching outer space. If we treated gravity with the gravity due to serious thought, who could dare reach beyond it?

Ultimately, gravity holds us back. Bad enough it imposes itself on me in the day to day world, I refuse, with all the seriousness I can muster, to allow it to invade my thoughts too. Thoughts were meant to be weightless, free to populate my skating rink of thought. To defy physics, which we ought to do as much as possible. People treat physics with the upmost seriousness, yet with a single discovery could change all the rules we thought we knew. Still serious about 'the way the world works?'. If the world is filled with people who take themselves and everything around them serious, we owe it to ourselves to keep our minds free of such pesky hinderances.

Until an idea takes hold of your mind, wrangling control away from the nothing that ought be stearing. Then, you must give the gravitational forces their due, allowing your thought to become so massive, it falls from your mind. Plummeting down into the realm of the physical. If only so your mind is free from it's clutches. Once more you will be free to resume a life devoid of the blight of gravitational severity.