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When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered. And looking back I now realize the worst mistake that you can make is to think you're alive when really you're asleep in life's waiting room.
When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered. And looking back I now realize the worst mistake that you can make is to think you're alive when really you're asleep in life's waiting room.
Latiep Nolingus36 years old from Syria |
MY TEXTS, Archive 9 Texts
Cluttered Tounge - 2006-02-07
Second Grade Philosopher - 2006-01-20
Red Flags Waving in the Cream Colored Sky (1) - 2006-01-06
Dead Inside (1) - 2006-01-04
Tip Toeing From Grace (2) - 2005-10-05
Sentiments Like Aged Wine (4) - 2005-10-01
Spontaneous Apeirophobia (2) - 2005-09-30
Painting the Canvas Blank (2) - 2005-09-21
Puzzling puzzle Piece (2) - 2005-09-21