No Fix
"Say this: 'In the beginning was the Word..." There was nothing. There was nothing!. Darkness. There was darkness, and there was no end to it. You look up sometimes at night and there are stars; you can see all the way to the stars. And you begin to know the universe, how awful and great it is. The stars lie out against the sky and do not fill it . A single star, flickering out in the universe, is enough to fill the mind, but it is nothing in the night sky. The darkness looms around it. The darkness flows among the stars, beyond them forever. In the beginning that is how it was, but there were no stars. There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happend, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it."
"She seemed beyond the reach of time, as if age could not lay hold of her. But that was the illusion; I think I knew then that I should not see her again."
"The window panes are black and opague; you imagine there is nothing within, indeed there are many ghosts, bones given up to the land. They stand here and there against the sky, you approach them for a longer time than you expect. They belong in the distance; it is their domain."
"You have to forget about the way it was, how you grew up and all. Sometimes it's hard but you have to do it...he doesn't understand."
"You think about it sometimes; you can't help it, but then you try to put it out of your mind. There's a whole lot more to think about, and mixes you up sometimes if you don't just go along with it. I guess if we all came from the same place it would be different; we could talk about it, you know, and we could understand."
"And you want to do it, because you can see how good it is...there's too much of it and it's all around you and you can't get a hold of it because it's going on too fast. You have to get used to it first. You've got to be left alone. You've got to put a lot of things out of your mind, or your going to get all mixed up. You've got to take it easy and get drunk once in a while and just forget about who you are. It's hard, and you want to give up. You think about getting out and going home. You want to think that you belong some place, I guess."
"Looking around like everything was just the way it ought to be."
"And he got up and ran on. He was alone and running on. All of his being was concentrated in the sheer motion of running on, and he was past caring about the pain. Pure exhaustion laid hold of his mind, and he could see at last without having to think. He could see the canyon and the mountains and the sky. He could see the rain and the river and the fields beyond. He could see the dark hill at dawn. He was running, and under his breath he began to sing. There was no sound, and he had no voice; he had only the words of the song. And he went running on the rise of the song. House made of pollon, house made of dawn. Qtsedaba."
I pretty much had to read an entire book yesterday to get ready for my religion midterm. Some passages kind of struck me, so i just want to remember them. It's from House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday. The book had its moments, sometimes a little too much detail, but it was interesting.
Mehhhhhhhh i have 2 midterms tomorrow. I need to pull myself together. Sometimes its hard to just push everything out your mind to get things done. Its a constant battle all the time. And i get tired. And I Am Tired. I just want to go to sleep and forget everything, and just not feel like this anymore, but i know that it wont happen. Sometimes i just cant keep my head up and i hope you understand, even though i think you never will, and you frustrate me. I have no more emotions left to tolerate anything else bc i just dont want to deal. Im stretched too thin, and sometimes i just need to hang my head and ride it out. There is nothing that will make me feel better, just accept it, there is no fix.
"She seemed beyond the reach of time, as if age could not lay hold of her. But that was the illusion; I think I knew then that I should not see her again."
"The window panes are black and opague; you imagine there is nothing within, indeed there are many ghosts, bones given up to the land. They stand here and there against the sky, you approach them for a longer time than you expect. They belong in the distance; it is their domain."
"You have to forget about the way it was, how you grew up and all. Sometimes it's hard but you have to do it...he doesn't understand."
"You think about it sometimes; you can't help it, but then you try to put it out of your mind. There's a whole lot more to think about, and mixes you up sometimes if you don't just go along with it. I guess if we all came from the same place it would be different; we could talk about it, you know, and we could understand."
"And you want to do it, because you can see how good it is...there's too much of it and it's all around you and you can't get a hold of it because it's going on too fast. You have to get used to it first. You've got to be left alone. You've got to put a lot of things out of your mind, or your going to get all mixed up. You've got to take it easy and get drunk once in a while and just forget about who you are. It's hard, and you want to give up. You think about getting out and going home. You want to think that you belong some place, I guess."
"Looking around like everything was just the way it ought to be."
"And he got up and ran on. He was alone and running on. All of his being was concentrated in the sheer motion of running on, and he was past caring about the pain. Pure exhaustion laid hold of his mind, and he could see at last without having to think. He could see the canyon and the mountains and the sky. He could see the rain and the river and the fields beyond. He could see the dark hill at dawn. He was running, and under his breath he began to sing. There was no sound, and he had no voice; he had only the words of the song. And he went running on the rise of the song. House made of pollon, house made of dawn. Qtsedaba."
I pretty much had to read an entire book yesterday to get ready for my religion midterm. Some passages kind of struck me, so i just want to remember them. It's from House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday. The book had its moments, sometimes a little too much detail, but it was interesting.
Mehhhhhhhh i have 2 midterms tomorrow. I need to pull myself together. Sometimes its hard to just push everything out your mind to get things done. Its a constant battle all the time. And i get tired. And I Am Tired. I just want to go to sleep and forget everything, and just not feel like this anymore, but i know that it wont happen. Sometimes i just cant keep my head up and i hope you understand, even though i think you never will, and you frustrate me. I have no more emotions left to tolerate anything else bc i just dont want to deal. Im stretched too thin, and sometimes i just need to hang my head and ride it out. There is nothing that will make me feel better, just accept it, there is no fix.