Aug 05, 2004 01:10
There's nothing like wallowing deep into the mud looking for fresh roots to suck dry. We just stay in the past, the plateau where it is nice and safe. Sooner or later we are going to have to kill each other for precious space. We always find ourselves stuck in this plateau because doubts and fear shroud our vision. If we think hard enough, we can expand to higher grounds. A better place, there really is no limit. If we stop trying, then everything will just fall and die.
So screw this, I am packing up and climbing up the top and out of this plateau. Who knows where top leads, but it is much more interesting than now.