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the simple life

"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Monday, November 28, 2005

the world revolves

it gets tougher and tougher each day.

lacking the courage to kill myself, i pick up the pieces and struggle on. i want to say i'm depressed but it's a dangerous word and i dare not use it.

it's shameful because i have many things, many things to be thankful for. but not enough to want to live, linger and love.

i don't feel sad, i just feel empty and void. listless and aching.

will a woman make me feel better? probably. for a while. but life lasts longer than a while. too short for some and an eternity for others.

when technology enables us to live long lives, that will be the end of humanity. We will no longer be humans, not Gods either. but strange, shallow shells with withered flesh. and a heart full of emptiness.


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