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sábado, 10 de noviembre de 2007 a las 13:45 |
walking along the riverbank, I noticed a small sparrow had landed in a nearby tree. I could not help but to stand and watch as it gently pecked out each of its feathers in a seemingly random order. I thought to myself, even this small bird understands the need to find some sort of order amidst all of this chaos. So, here we are tumbling down the rabbit hole once again... And not unlike Alice, of that famed wonderland, we're all lost and just a tad bit confused.
The time has come my little friends, to talk of many things.
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
cabbages and Kings...
And why the sea is boiling hot,
And whether pigs have wings...
If we spend our entire lives rhyming,
And all of our time singing songs, what have we accomplished?
In this reality, it seems that no one really cares who we are. No one matters to anyone. So, as a no one to everyone, one could infer that everything we do accomplish... need only satisfy ourselves. Whether we write poems, sings songs, or discover life on another planet, each task that we as human beings pursue carries with it some purpose. 
The Walrus and the Carpenter from the Lewis Carroll Original Consider this, I can sit in my room all day and you will forget I existed. For even in that instance, by me not leaving my room I may have saved myself money; and, by me not spending that money, I may have affected the sales of some store. So, every action carries with it it's own reaction. Sir Isaac Newton knew what he was talking about.
The "staying in my room to save money" bit is a metaphor... It easily applies to many instances. If I stay in my room, I may have saved myself from emotional harm; and, by refusing to indulge in the risks of romance, I may have broken someone else's heart. Action. Reaction.
I've known for quite some time that the name of the game is: "Kill or be killed". I simply refused to admit I was playing. Now, that that it has been proven that, inevitably, I am, indeed, a player of said game... let it be known, that should the situation arise, I would (and without hesitation) kill you, to prevent my own untimely death. (once again this is a metaphor, folks... not actually discussing murder. I have to say this, because some of you have smaller than average minds and dwell only in the literal.)
Speaking of staying in rooms, I should probably get to sleep myself. It is late at night and my mind is beginning to wander. Perhaps some sleep will be just what I need, after all I still have a lot of life left to live...
Ciao,
Dario the rude Italian
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