Thursday, July 12, 2007
Existential arent we. Aimlessly drifting, letting the currents direct my sail. I am idealogy's fool. Religion, love, money all fade away when one is alone with time. The endless stream of consciousness channel the moments, the memories and testimonies of heroes, heroines whose lives flash before me, glory, sacrifice and the best of humanity, daring courageous. False. The broken mirror, the reflection we regard regally yet despise for it is for it is forever beyond our reach, illusions, mirages. Fallacy.
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