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2001-07-17 - 10:47 p.m. It was always fiercer, brighter, gentler than could be told
So we surrender Robert Graves I think that I am afraid of being someone. I would rather meander through life having masticated freely on the garden paths that lay before me. But I will be woke one morning by some nefarious thing-in-itself and be made to realise that my credo is merely a belief. I do not live in the realm of de jure decisions. I can imbibe words - they often are resplendent in possibility. But I am too clever by half. I fear the thought of a hereafter. I am sparse and intellectually lithe and content to peer. I do not want to hear "Schnell, Klein und Blitzkrieg!". Leave me in my thrice-bled misery. I make my bed every day, much to my own chagrin. I must lie in it. It has been a basic tenet of mine that in any and all ways I'm different. If I persist in thinking so, if I content myself with the magnitude of 'Where does anything begin?' I can only logically chide myself. I do but corral the remnants and vestiges of that which has been particulary mine. To discount Hegel - I am alone. Lucre, Mammon, Psyche, Sisyphus, Achilles - no more shall my thoughts be ascending! Words without thoughts never to heaven go � � |