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Yesterday was my birthday! I had fun. I had a blood test, got a book by Edward Gorey, some other stuff, money, and then the orgy! Poetry Orgy that is. I got the very special gift smoking hash with the homies and then off to hear the poetic bliss that is the poetry orgy. I filmed it. Rachel was awesome. Go rachel. And I forgot to bring poetry. Fuck me. Anyway it was just oodles of fun. Until I had to leave. My parents suck. It was my fucking birthday for shit's sake! oh well, just one more year till I can party like it's 1999. or 2003. Whichever.
This is cool:
"when someone seeks, it is all to easy to see nothing but the thing he seeks, so that he is unable to find anything or absorb anything because he is always thinking exclusively about what he seeks, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by that goal.Seeking means having a goal. But finding means being free, remaining accessible, having no goal."
-Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse
This is cool:
"when someone seeks, it is all to easy to see nothing but the thing he seeks, so that he is unable to find anything or absorb anything because he is always thinking exclusively about what he seeks, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by that goal.Seeking means having a goal. But finding means being free, remaining accessible, having no goal."
-Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse