that day before the day before christmas
Today is the day i should have gotten my lisence. Instead i go and hang out with rachel, sam,christa,daniel,etc... I feel really bad because i didn't hang out with alex and hes leaving on christmas....so im serious this time..Alex wanna hang out with me?? Its so hard telling people you are sorry. They say they understand, but to they really know how sorry i actually am?
Its sorta like this:>>Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and this is where I think language came from. It came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like the word water, we came up with a sound for that, or saber tooth tiger right behind you, we came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is frustration? Or what is anger? Or love? When I say love, the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love, or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand, because words are inert, they're just symbols, they're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.<<
>>I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately, in the sense of taking responsibility for who you are, and the ability to make something of yourself... And feeling good about life.<<
I had a dream that i saw jesus. YES! JESUS. And all i can think of was "Shit im screwed". So throughout my whole dream me and Jesus were just hanging out and then i started to like him, as in i had the hots for Jesus. In my dream he was white too which doesnt really make sense because he was born in jerusilam...i think. so i wake up the next day feeling really horrible about myself. I feel like A pathetic.
Its sorta like this:>>Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and this is where I think language came from. It came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like the word water, we came up with a sound for that, or saber tooth tiger right behind you, we came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is frustration? Or what is anger? Or love? When I say love, the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love, or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand, because words are inert, they're just symbols, they're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.<<
>>I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately, in the sense of taking responsibility for who you are, and the ability to make something of yourself... And feeling good about life.<<
I had a dream that i saw jesus. YES! JESUS. And all i can think of was "Shit im screwed". So throughout my whole dream me and Jesus were just hanging out and then i started to like him, as in i had the hots for Jesus. In my dream he was white too which doesnt really make sense because he was born in jerusilam...i think. so i wake up the next day feeling really horrible about myself. I feel like A pathetic.