What I Have Lived ForThree passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.~The Prologue to Bertrand Russell's Autobiography"Each person was to himself on alone, One oneness, a unit in society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear? Would it even matter?" ~Ray Bradbury, Dandelion wine.I like be outside and take pictures of what I see along the wayRick said. "Horvel, get a real job so you can pay the rent you owe me. And Jean, you can quit gettin' your jollies on my dime, too. If I could make money playing Grand Theft Auto all day, I would. But face it, folks like us can't make a living havin' fun." (Of course, Rick and Craig's contempt for our vision didn't prevent them from gobbling down seven cookies between the two of them!) ~Some random who is not me According to the current doctrines of mysticoscientism, we human animals are really and actually nothing but "organic patterns of nodular energy composed of collocations of infinitesimal points oscillating on the multidimensional coordinates of the space-time continuum." I'll have to think about that. Some time. Meantime, I'm going to gnaw on this spare rib, drink my Blatz beer, and contemplate the posterior coordinates of that young blonde over yonde, the one in the tennis skirt, tying her shoelaces. ~Edward AbbeyI hang out with little old ladies, and love it. Helping people helps me. I wonder sometimes if the White album is about all the good things in life, or if everything good in life is about the White Album. I'm gonna take it to Vegas and put it all on one round of roulette. Double or nothing, baby. If I think you are interesting, I will tell you so. I am camcam313 on yahoo messenger, for those that are into that kind of thing. I will always choose the same side, mine. Dillagence is its own reward, but some days I really need a hand. I am not perfect, nor do I care to be. I am shy, but I like to talk. I sing along if I know the words, probably not if I know you are listning. I like to stay up past my bedtime, if you will sit up and talk with me. I like to be alone, except when I don't. I have a plant that I have kept alive for almost ten years. I think math is really cool. Everywhere I look, I see Cathy. Cathy with a C, Kathy with a K. Is there really any difference? I am so old that might not be as funny to you as it is to me.
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A Softer World:
I do not love youI do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other waythat this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ~Pablo Neruda
