There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
- American Psycho
Christ, that line is so brilliant. I've realized how much I completely and utterly adore words. Oh lord, I'm turning into Toby Ziegler, except, you know, less jewish. But I'm turning into a hermit, even pulling away from social networking sites. One of these days, on a lark, I will delete my facebook account. I've tried uninstalling AIM but I always come back to it.
My goal for the world is the attainment of constant
Flow. I realized recently that embedded in that concept (kinda like the link) is a sense of purity. Nothing outside of me, and my work. Can I be a man completely defined by science and words? It's worth a shot. Nothing to lose.