When I doubt, I do it with the same amount of intensity that a Pentecostal speaks in tongues.
And for the same reason. Salvation.
The most one can ask for is to be spared from the weight and consequences of our own meaning - saved from our convictions and from the very condition which makes us so compelled to believe anything at the cost of everything else.
I catch a glance from a nearby dwarf and i lean with one hand on my clarinet. The dwarf bends over and retrieves a solid rock from the earth, and pets it with his golden claws. Musical notes emerge from the stone and dance throughout my head, the most beautiful music in the land. "Impressive," i thought. I removed my weight from my clarinet and lifted it to my mouth. In my mind i pictured a song my grandfather once taught me on the side of my bed many years ago, and i pressed my fingers to the appropriate note, ready to begin. I licked my lips and blew into the mouthpiece, yet no sound emerged. Tufts of grass and dirt lodged inside the instrument fell from the end, and my face blushed -- i frantically ran under an oak tree beyond the dwarf's field of vision. I placed the clarinet to my mouth once more, and moved it far to the back of my mouth, then to my throat. I gagged and threw up.
so, what are friends for? rhetorical question. pictures are worth more than a thousand words sometimes. i am a man (almost typed women there.. freudian..?!?!) of many pictures. so what is INTACCC you ask?? don't bother. i will give you an explanation, mark my words. so who's up for some real virtual connection?? banter? brainwash??? etc...
you always get what you ask for. i am most certain of that. many, as i see it, myself included in that lot, are not so sure what we are asking for all the time. christ, when you talk about certainty, everything gets really surreal, really quick. this little hive of wires serves a purpose. a higher function, in the algebraic sense...anyone care to wager a guess?? i'm just starting to formulate ideas, but my college back ground was a while ago, so i'm fresh out of vocabulary (as i remember they had names for all these big questions). so here i am on the spot. having to reach-in to pre-western civilization speak.. pre-academic babble, pre-written language to wear hieroglyphics more familiar than a keyboard. a place where duality and versatility of meaning is more common, accessible than 120 wpm. (not that, that doesn't have it graces..) what am i saying? ...the fool walks off the cliff not because he doesn't see it, but rather it's his destiny...
the name of the game is not to loose your sense of humor, and i'm not certain that's even it. ...
Today I read Nietzche in 90 minutes, as suggested by Pandrax as a good prelude to reading any of Nietzche's actual works. I must say it was quite a nice read, I believe I also learned the basics of Nietzche's ideas and look forward to reading further into detail. I suggest you all steal the book (as I did), then read it (as I did), and give it to the girl at your work who wants to be a cop (as I did).
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