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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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Thursday, March 14, 2002
'tis a curse to think deeply--yet moreso to do so freely.
troubling oneself to care about the state of the universe--worse, about the state of yourself
not delighting in mere formalities--actually attempting to see through the surface of another being
burdening oneself with changing society--whilst knowing the impossibility of doing so
a tedious task, thinking--much easier to drift into the everyday bustle
10:59 PM
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