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//Thursday, September 20, 2012 8:47 PM
I am the prodigal on my knees. I am at your feet, and my plea is to be a servant in your house.
... I know how the story goes, I know how the prodigal is restored to son-ship. But I am still on my knees. I cannot bring myself to stand. I... Do not know. Not yet, not enough. I do not know. Save me from my lack of knowledge. Save me. Save me for I cannot save myself.
//Friday, September 14, 2012 8:30 PM
Long strides short breaths; the rush of blood in my head. I can hardly hear what's around, can hardly see what's around. The thoughts are roaring, like hungry lions waiting to devour me.
Beware, the devil crouches at the door.
Run run run run run run run
And maybe I will find where I am supposed to be.
//Friday, September 07, 2012 11:02 PM
Sometimes it would just feel nice to forget. There isn't much to complain about, really. In fact, many things to give thanks for. But in the midst of this, there are always thing to do, and things to remember.
Everything that falls upon the eye is apparition, a sheet dropped over the world's true workings. The nerves and the brain are tricked, and one is left with dreams ... Darkness is the only solvent.
Housekeeping, Marilynne Robinson
Freedom is a precious, precious thing. There is only one place, and I long to be there.
//Sunday, September 02, 2012 8:01 PM
Matters of Consequence
“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never
smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one.
He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says
over and over, just like you: ’I am busy with matters of consequence!’ And that
makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man– he is a mushroom!”
“If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the
millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at
the stars. He can say to himself, ’Somewhere, my flower is there. . . ’ But if the
sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened. . . And you
think that is not important!”
The Little Prince has probably just made it to one of my favourite stories of all time.
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