to be a personage.
when reading this journal, know that you waive your rights to insult my opinions. you may disagree and even insult me to the most immature levels, but know that you do not phase me. i love to argue my points. beware. i will devour you.
tornado of thoughts...hamlet, gatsby, this side of paradise, me...
i laugh at the expense of others, i amuse at the expense of my own dignity.
meaning...i'm a dork.
"A man's life's no more than to say 'one'".
life's a moment in time. there is no time to dwell on the past and regret previous actions and choices. if you are content with where you are today, you will be content with where you are tomorrow. it's not what you could have done, it's what you can do.
"Seems, madame? Nay, it is, I know not 'seems'"
...so, does the body control the mind or does the mind control the body?
even if an action is done on impulse, it still goes through a thought process. the body is never in control. the body is a tool. it's the mind's slave. my mouth doesn't speak of it's own accord. my mouth speaks the words my mind thinks.
"He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about..."
embrace.
this is the time, this is the place. there is no other.
"whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of misfortune..."
do we let fate control us? control our lives? our actions? our emotions?
do we do nothing to change it?
or do we attack? can we alter the course of our future?
does free will actually exist or is predestination all that we have?
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us, it eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther...and one fine morning -
so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"
there's always tomorrow. or is there...?
fight the current. your future awaits...
"If we can 'do the next thing' and have an hour a day to think in, we can accomplish marvels, but as far as any high-handed scheme of blind dominance is concerned - we'd just make asses of ourselves"
pure conceit.
"I can do the one hundred things beyond the next thing, but I stub my toe on that..."
just one hurdle.
"Why should we do the next thing? - It never seems the sort of thing I should do"
and i falter.
"We have to do it because we're not personalities, but personages"
but only for an instant.
"A personality is what you thought you were...Personality is a physical matter almost entirely; it lowers the people it acts on...But while a personality is active, it over rides 'the next thing'"
i can do the next thing.
"Now a personage, on the other hand, gathers"
and accomplish.
"He is never thought of apart from what he's done"
and be accomplished.
"He's a bar on which a thousand things have been hung - glittering things sometimes, as our are"
and you will see.
"but he uses those things with a cold mentality back of them"
my arrogant success.
"And several of my most glittering posessions had fallen off when I needed them"
with no need.
"Yes, that's it - when you feel that your garnered prestige and talents, and all that, are hung out, you need never bother about anybody - you can cope with them without difficulty"
for your approval.
"But on the other hand, if I haven't my possessions, I'm helpless!"
but even still.
"Absolutely"
i need myself.
adios.
tornado of thoughts...hamlet, gatsby, this side of paradise, me...
i laugh at the expense of others, i amuse at the expense of my own dignity.
meaning...i'm a dork.
"A man's life's no more than to say 'one'".
life's a moment in time. there is no time to dwell on the past and regret previous actions and choices. if you are content with where you are today, you will be content with where you are tomorrow. it's not what you could have done, it's what you can do.
"Seems, madame? Nay, it is, I know not 'seems'"
...so, does the body control the mind or does the mind control the body?
even if an action is done on impulse, it still goes through a thought process. the body is never in control. the body is a tool. it's the mind's slave. my mouth doesn't speak of it's own accord. my mouth speaks the words my mind thinks.
"He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about..."
embrace.
this is the time, this is the place. there is no other.
"whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of misfortune..."
do we let fate control us? control our lives? our actions? our emotions?
do we do nothing to change it?
or do we attack? can we alter the course of our future?
does free will actually exist or is predestination all that we have?
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us, it eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther...and one fine morning -
so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"
there's always tomorrow. or is there...?
fight the current. your future awaits...
"If we can 'do the next thing' and have an hour a day to think in, we can accomplish marvels, but as far as any high-handed scheme of blind dominance is concerned - we'd just make asses of ourselves"
pure conceit.
"I can do the one hundred things beyond the next thing, but I stub my toe on that..."
just one hurdle.
"Why should we do the next thing? - It never seems the sort of thing I should do"
and i falter.
"We have to do it because we're not personalities, but personages"
but only for an instant.
"A personality is what you thought you were...Personality is a physical matter almost entirely; it lowers the people it acts on...But while a personality is active, it over rides 'the next thing'"
i can do the next thing.
"Now a personage, on the other hand, gathers"
and accomplish.
"He is never thought of apart from what he's done"
and be accomplished.
"He's a bar on which a thousand things have been hung - glittering things sometimes, as our are"
and you will see.
"but he uses those things with a cold mentality back of them"
my arrogant success.
"And several of my most glittering posessions had fallen off when I needed them"
with no need.
"Yes, that's it - when you feel that your garnered prestige and talents, and all that, are hung out, you need never bother about anybody - you can cope with them without difficulty"
for your approval.
"But on the other hand, if I haven't my possessions, I'm helpless!"
but even still.
"Absolutely"
i need myself.
adios.