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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Praise the mutilated word

Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke


The unknown is an abstraction; the known, a desert; but what is half-known, half-seen, is the perfect breeding ground for desire and hallucination


...taking midnight out of our pockets, we shall light a fire


There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm


Identity is gradual, cumulative; because there is no need for it to manifest itself, it shows itself intermittently, the way a star hints at the pulse of its being by means of its flickering light. But at what moment in this oscillation is our true self manifested? In the darkness or the twinkle?


Praise the mutilated world


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