| august 2009 |
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| The Choice | 1:25am saturday, 29th august |
How would you describe to a robot the difference between what is right and what is wrong? How would you convince it to choose good over evil? The meaning of sacrifice, or of honor? Or could it be true that logic leads to these things? Interesting to think that on Star Trek, the Vulcans, who allow no emotion but rather rely wholly on intellect (no heart, and all brain), are completely peaceful, and a benevolent species to the universe? Could it be that evil is merely the great error? For one has heard that it has within it seeds for its own demise, whereas the good is told to be eternal, and self-sustaining. If only that actions dark play a zero sum game, and loses fractions at each turn, because of the friction...
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| broke | 12:43am tuesday, 25th august |
i found things in my broken heart, when it broke
some leaves that fell in the autumn we said goodbye
a few scattered dreams that once had been brilliant
but shake it as i would, i found no hope at all fell out
i asked if it was there, and i heard a small, blue voice
it said that i had forgotten it was there at all, so true
but that hearts don’t let go of things that precious
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| Quotes | 3:57am friday, 21st august |
Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.
– Brendan Gill
Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.
– George Jackson
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
– Plato
The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.
– James Branch Cabell
If you are going through hell, keep going.
– Winston Churchill
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| time | 1:26am monday, 17th august |
this is time as it passes
worlds that crumble, worlds are born
as i go to and fro, to and fro
meaning somewhere i never think about
suddenly to find a decade gone
not to comprehend how i could have been here
for each instance of the experience
yet somehow to forget except the strangest moments
not to change how i see things transpire
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| What I Remember | 12:18am thursday, 13th august |
I remember things that never were. I remember laughter that never laughed, I remember tears that never were shed. I remember philosophies that meant nothing, I remember truths that made no sense. I remember people who were never born, I remember places no one ever traveled to. I remember the sense of purpose that led nowhere, I remember doom that never happened. I remember the life I never lived, I remember the death I never died.
What do I remember? I remember love that came from nowhere, and that... that candle was enough to light my way through it all.
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| Awesome | 2:58am sunday, 9th august |
I am a machine that was ticked together by a million fates, just to arrive at this semblance. I am wonderfully and fearfully made. And yet I know that I must wonder always upward, for I was not responsible for making the billions of parts of me work in unison; the logic at my control is woefully inferior to anything like what organized it thinking about itself. I imagine angels, who according to the good book we are created a little less than they. How would it be to speak to the least of which of them would outshine Shakespeare in his verbiage? And I begin — only begin — to think about the God who is love, who could make the all the elements act just as they are, made from simple ingredients we are still trying to tease the mystery out of. For this is what we are made in the image of, however frail the shadow we are of the awesome.
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| fame | 1:30am wednesday, 5th august |
there are wonders that yet seek the eyes to make them exist
for there pass by the many unnoticed, these accidental secrets
when, becoming famous, trivialities dance with the fates
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| untitled | 1:32am saturday, 1st august |
my love for you is a rose carved in stone
which even in the darkest is no secret to the touch
which the heart of all storms cannot alter
this is the song of forever heard as shape, as solid
whose wings brush away yesterday’s dust
tomorrow to understand how it all came to pass
how within the stone it had lain unformed
all i needed do was whisper your name, in secret
for there to bloom the flower in the stone
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