Jul 02, 2003 22:57
If there is an end to everything, then I pray that there is never a beginning.
Like most things, this journal found meaning from a need, a desire, a longing. Such a purpose though found fulfillment elsewhere and so receded the necessity to add words and lines to empty pages.
Existence need not have a purpose but for formality's sake, I will give birth to one. Here now are thought experiments or more accurately a human laboratory because feelings and emotions deserve greater authenticity.
Unabridged, Unembellished, Unobscured, this journal hopes for truthfulness by remaining solemn and pristine.
No falsewood, no leafing mystery, no rooting prattle; among my most prized possessions, afterall, are words that I have never spoken.