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We all keep 'em. Drafting it up listing it up adding it up filing it  under obscure categories  cross referencing. Coming to conclusions. A balance sheet.  A measly attempt.  A frantic throw at equilibrium.  What wretched  hollow beast  has it turned us into.  This life.  This civilization.  I have seen your  strongest year  and your weakest hour.  They are equal. And equally impressive.  A powerful thrust of  natural energies.  Something fierce.  I have seen those tears  well up in your eyes  but they never were a sign  of weakness.  They were but a moment  in the middle of all  those other moments.  Living without patience  is not a defect.  It is a momentary lack  of focus.  It is  getting lost in the excessive  range of options. Always close your ey...

It's as simple as that. If all feelings and events are established  then there is no need  to continue  with anything. But there is a need.  It is unmistakable.  And there is your proof  that nothing is prearranged.  I would go even further as to say  that nothing can be foreseen.  And no effect can be determined  even after the actual phenomenon.  And probably nothing ever happened  the way it has been perceived.  All possible scenarios play out every time.  The world is always ending  or dying. And the world always pulls through.  It is in permanent expansion  and in continual crunch.  Let's take you as an example.  You think you know  what steps to take  and which pits to steer clear from.  You are convinced that confronting the indicators  will fix the defect.  A disorder that you address as  the cu...

There is not a day that goes by  where I don't think about it.  Maybe there's not even  an hour  going by. Something is amiss. Incomplete.  Twisted.  I wish a lot of things  but the most profound wish I have  is that this reality would be  a little less phoney.  I vote for a more outspoken expression  of good and evil. Since we choose to live by  this self prescribed and  witlessly invented morality  it should be a lot more open  and out there.  Not the tedious little vices of people  stabbing each other in the back  spreading gossip  feeling envious of each other's achievements  pulling rank as if it were a true form  of hierarchy killing beauty and innocence denying the natural order of life and the pure material authority of dust.  It should be demons and gore  versus angels and glory.  Where malice i...