Mar 01, 2006 00:32
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth, and if you go straight long enough, you'll end up where you were...
I dont feel like writing right now. In fact, I dont feel like doing much of anything right now. I wouldnt mind sitting in my room, smoking a pack of cigarettes and pondering why anything really matters and more importantly, why anything is sacred. The more I learn, the more I realize that everything might as well be nothing, and the only thing seperating pain from pleasure is a distorted sense of reality...
I guess that is where the fun starts as we float down this river called earth. We are given different hands, but we hold the same clay. We spend a lifetime building and breaking , and as we die, all that is left is this sculpture, shaped by our blood, laughter, tears, sorrows, joys, and all sorts of impressions we made. Dont worry, eventually that clay will waste into nothingness, and you will be a whisper in time. And by you, I mean I. I am no Jesus, I am no Golden God, and that is just alright. There is no need to worry, all I need to do is use the hands I was given. It is all good.
Blake