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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, February 12, 2002
hate to sound trite from the outset, but:
this feeling
this indescribable desire
it lets me know that heaven is way better than i could imagine
i want to experience everything
every rush
every thrill
every quiet moment
every love
every lover
every taste
every touch
every smell
to have a part in every story
to have every part in every story
to suck the air in
all of it
and then let it all out
to understtand everything
to make everyone understand everything
to unite everyone equally
to be everyone equally
not just to suck the marrow out of life--to be life in its very essence
not to do everything humanly possible--to do more
definitely not to be a lazy upper middle class class spoiled white kid with a fancy computer and a weblog
well, that just ruins it doesn't it
all those selfish lofty ideals
all this comfort i've been given
if actions speak louder than words... i'm damn near silent
sorry guys...
i wish i was a hero...
stupid middle-station...
stupid Thoreau...
maybe someday i'll really know what hero means...
[yes i give full respect to firefighters of 9-11, yes they are amazing people who sacrificed everything, yes they deserve major major major thanks and appreciation that no one can ever fully give, yes i cannot ever do them justice in words... but somehow, to me, hero doesn't seem fully appropriate there...]
8:33 PM
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