13 April 2008

I have plans for the future

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.
-Blaise Pascal, Pensees.

I've been wading in a self-constructed pool of fumes that cloud my vision and impair my judgement. Now i realise, it is not so big as i made it to be. And i have found the edge, but i'm not ready to climb out.

When the time comes to climb out, i will, of course. And i will leave everything behind, as i should. It is not so difficult as i once thought it was. Perhaps it is what they call making a mountain out of a moehill. Strange expression, that. I doubt it'll ever catch on.

I think i've written too much for a day as fair as this morning.

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