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March 01, 2008, 10:42:am
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With everything taking on such an individualistic sense
of reality I cannot safely assume any generalizations.
With every new action there should be a new outcome and
yet they all seem so very similar. It's not time that
wastes away but it is time who waits away in it's clarity.
Since I didn't want to fill this entire new entry up
with my musings I suppose I'll quote something Goethe
said. Ihis has nothing to do with I just pushed aside
in hope to bring it up another time.
In nature there is only the love of the heroic age, 'when gods and
goddesses loved.' At that time 'desire followed the glance, enjoyment
desire.' All else is factitious, affected, a lie. Christianity, whose
cruel emblem, the cross, has always had for me an element of the
monstrous, brought something alien and hostile into nature and its
innocent instincts.
Mood: Tired
Music: Baby Turns Blue - Virgin Prunes
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