... Smashing through the room of his youth, and casting down his cloak and sword he reached bear handed into the blackness of his past and smote the fears of old in ruin upon the earth...
How do we move away from our understanding of the world? We do not, I suppose. We have tried and we have failed. The foundations of understanding are necessarily under pressure. How do we think about the world that we are born into? Can you end a sentence with a preposition? If it's a question, yes (maybe). What is everyone looking for?
I feel saturated by media. I love movies. I love tv, and books, and music. I guess the best of all of these, the one's that resonate are the ones that reflect our lives. Carolann showed American Tune, by Paul Simon and it made me cry. How can something so simple do that. The ability to express a feeling so precisely that it seems to cut through you. The feeling of missing home, or the feeling of pride, or of love. All of the things wracked up in a lifetime. What compass do we have to navigate these experiences? I've always thought it was the people that occupy it. What if we are alone? Those relationships become meaningless, or meaningful and fleating, or both or who cares. I need to figure out what to do with my life. How I should go about the years that I have. I'm 25 years old and I have nothing to say about the world. Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day and I'm trying to get some rest.
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