Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler
Tyler Durden, Fight Club (1999)
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
A peril and a gloomy yet salvageable paradox
Just being passionate is a blissful and fitful state. As a ship without a sail or a rudder, this person will set sail. They will find something and be "useful". Yet there's a certain level of vacuousness in this person. Being passionate about something is a more complete way. Risky but much less vacuous and much more fulfilling in a true way.
Monday, July 25, 2011
The Valley Unearthed
The Golden Sword
As the wheels turned, and the clouds turned white and gray then disappeared altogether, I felt a breeze.
After a pause, I took a long, deep breath and closed my eyes. The freshness was lovely because it was the air just after the rain. It was almost as lovely as the air before the rain, I thought. The only thing missing was the inspiring anticipation.
From my stance, as my graying hair danced with the swirling breeze in a gentle beat, I opened my eyes. The rays of light met my gaze and I saw. The light also saw me.
Today was the day I was starting my journey.
In my bag, I had packed some medicine, grain to last me two weeks, some gold, my writing materials and my sword. As the sword glinted in the setting sun, I saw a tranquil golden hue as if it were a golden sword.
As the wheels turned, and the clouds turned white and gray then disappeared altogether, I felt a breeze.
After a pause, I took a long, deep breath and closed my eyes. The freshness was lovely because it was the air just after the rain. It was almost as lovely as the air before the rain, I thought. The only thing missing was the inspiring anticipation.
From my stance, as my graying hair danced with the swirling breeze in a gentle beat, I opened my eyes. The rays of light met my gaze and I saw. The light also saw me.
Today was the day I was starting my journey.
In my bag, I had packed some medicine, grain to last me two weeks, some gold, my writing materials and my sword. As the sword glinted in the setting sun, I saw a tranquil golden hue as if it were a golden sword.
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