Saturday, June 10, 2006
first, do no harm
because there exist no sweeping declarations, no dramatic setpieces, no heartbreaking soliloquies, no oh-so-suitable songs for what this is, or who we are, or anything at all in this halfalife.
but isn't that the way life should be? unquantifiable and immeasurable by the petty devices we invent in our perpetual need to capture the indefinable and replicate the unique, some thing that exists beyond the mere sum of our actions; a force, a breath, a charge that transcends the actions and consequences of a million intents and thoughts: because life cannot, and should not, be defined by our wretched machinations and desires.
"giving me that big-picture shit isn't going to help me this time."
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yup. blah blah blah, says the nihilist. just grin and bear it, says the stoic. the cynic would logically invalidate the existence of a "miserable life", and st augustine would tell me to shut up and fix my eyes "upon the eternal firmament of god... the majestic shining city on a hill". well i call bullshit on all of them, and assert, yet again, that the well-discussed life is a bloody badly-lived one. intellectual wankery can be fun, kids (as i've probably aptly-demonstrated above), and it leaves you feeling oh-so-clever, but 5 minutes of living the life beats 5 days of chasing ghosts in your head. so that's all the whining i'm going to do. because there's a whole life ahead of me to live, and by god i'm not going to sit down and stare at my navel all day. hooray for me :)
+ fictions&fires
12:06 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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